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pshcomforts · 1 year ago

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➳ broken love | psh.

dad!sunghoon x mom!femreader

“every time i think of you, it’s just killing me”

synopsis: you and sunghoon still see each other whenever your guys’ daughter, seo-ji, is dropped off to one another — and it’s obvious you two still love each other, even after the divorce papers were finalized.

warnings/content: written in third pov. angsty fluff(?) — mostly angst. kind of aged up(?). not proofread. cursing (i think). unresolved tension. mentions of pregnancy. reader used to hate kids (lmao).

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 3.4k

a/n: part two — ₊˚ʚ try again ɞ˚₊

fictional characters — dae (jungwon’s boyfriend), min-su (heeseung’s girlfriend), and ji-woo (jake’s girlfriend).

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current song playing: broken love by gemini

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

0:48 ───|──────────────── 2:04

y/n’s heart was heavy with the burden of being at his doorstep.

“you got this,” she mumbled to herself, knocking the door with shaky hands.

a happy scream of a child was made, one that she knew at heart. her face lit up at the instant yell, already recognizing that it was no other than her adorable daughter, seo-ji.

“mommy’s here! mommy’s here!” the little kid screamed at the other end.

little shakes of the doorknob were heard before it opened to who she expected; her daughter and of course, her ex-husband, park sunghoon.

she felt her heart slightly shatter at the sight of him, anxiety taking over inch by inch.

“hey y/n,” he awkwardly said. her head nodded in response — “hey sunghoon.”

there was quick tension between them, both truthfully not knowing what to say after coming to terms of the divorce.

they still loved each other, longed for each other in fact.

“mommy!” their baby girl intruded, arms opening wide at the sight of her caretaker.

y/n’s face instantly lit up at her little girl, embracing the sweet hug she offered. “hey princess, how was your day with daddy?” she exclaimed with kisses around her daughter’s cheeks.

seo-ji giggled at the act with an utter — “mommy, stop!!”

the mom smiled at her, noticing her light dimples on display inherited from her father.

“it was good! daddy couldn’t stop talking about you and him though!!”

her sudden callout made y/n look at her ex-husband, finding him in a small blushing state.

“aish seo-ji, you said my secret was safe with you!!” he quickly exclaimed to avert her gaze, hands immediately finding their way to his daughter — tickling her all around.

y/n’s eyes softened at the sight, lips automatically upturning to a sweet smile. she missed this, the feeling of being a happy family.

when the giggles from seo-ji soon drowned out, she ran to go get her stuff from the apartment, leaving the two divorcees alone with each other.

they both quickly became awkward and tense like earlier. their hesitant glances towards one another were evidence that their relationship was on good terms only for their daughter, and perhaps more.

but for the time being, everything and anything was uncomfortable between them.

“so.. heard from jake that you have a date tonight?” y/n suddenly blurted, trying to break the ice.

the male’s head shot up. “hm? oh yeah..,” he paused — “sunoo just set it up for me, and practically begged me to go so…,” his voice weakened at the end with an awkward chuckle spurted out.

she nodded at his reasoning in return— “that’s good..,” she slightly trailed off at the end.

“and you?” he squeaked.

y/n gave a small laugh with a shake on her head. “oh no.. my life revolves around our little girl now. she will always have my full attention.” her eyes shifted from sunghoon to her daughter in the background, hearing the rushed talks from seo-ji as she tried to swiftly gather her belongings.

“she’s my life,” she murmured with a smile she didn’t know she had.

as her gaze stayed on their little girl, sunghoon kept his on her. his eyes sparkled with love that he still had for her — love that had never been resolved.

he missed her and her warmth. just everything about her, really.

but the divorce between them was still fresh, giving them fresh wounds to heal from — wounds that had been cut open from their constant fights and arguments.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ — flashback

“sunghoon, please.” y/n sighed in a groggy expression.

“i’m tired too, can’t you see that? you can’t be the only one acting tired here.” he reverted back with a slight eye roll.

“i’ve been watching her all day, you were barely home.”

“you think i’d rather be out, doing work?” he spat. “i’d much rather stay home with our little girl, but does it look like i have a choice? i’m trying to provide for us.”

the girl groaned. “i’m trying to let seo-ji have a good life, you think that she can do that with only me?”

sunghoon clicked his tongue in annoyance as he slightly walked away. his hands were firmly on his hips as he uttered, “did you not just hear me? i want the best for my daughter too, i want to be there too. you’re the one who gets to be with her, i don’t.”

she sighed at his words, heart breaking down each time she let it ring in her ears. she was glad her baby was staying with min-su and her partner, heeseung for the night. the couple came to pick her up towards the end of the day, giving her and sunghoon a moment to say things.

and with their raised voices and constant arguing, she couldn’t help but feel grateful for them. otherwise, it would’ve woken her sweet girl.

“sunghoon..,”

she watched him roll his watery eyes. “what?” he croaked in a weakened tone, voice cracking with every strength he had to hold back his breakdown.

she didn’t continue, letting his eyes meet hers so they could speak their worries through the dreaded gaze.

“this isn’t working..,”

he sighed at the painful truth. “i know… it’s not.”

the two were sat a few feet away from each other as they came to terms of their situation. constant miscommunication and bottled feelings drifted their relationship apart.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“okay, mommy, ready!” seo-ji yelled, quickly clasping onto her mom’s hands. “bye daddy!”

y/n formed a half smile towards her old lover. “let me know when you’ll pick her up,” she mumbled.

sunghoon gave soft kisses towards his daughter before the two walked away — giving him memories of when he’d kiss his used-to-be girl goodbye whenever she left anywhere.

a faint sigh left his throat as he stumbled back into his apartment.

“i should get ready..,” he said to himself, walking away to his planned outfit.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

“hey baby, what are you doing?” ji-woo sweetly uttered to her friend’s daughter.

“i’m trying to draw you, auntie ji-woo!” seo-ji yelled back.

a few giggles went around as min-su uttered, “ooh! me next!”

“okay! wait! i’m almost done!”

y/n’s little girl beamed an eye smile, causing ji-woo to say — “she has your eyes.”

“yeah, but she has her dad’s cute smile.” y/n responded, letting her gaze linger on seo-ji’s adorned features.

“so.. you heard about sunghoon right?” dae mumbled with a lip bite.

she quickly glanced at jungwon’s boyfriend before looking back at her daughter, who peered her head up at her dad’s name.

“daddy?” seo-ji whispered.

y/n smiled and nodded. “mhm, daddy’s going out with a friend tonight, that’s why you’re with me!” she gave a soft ruffle to her little girl’s wavy hair — inherited from her mom, of course.

“how long will he be gone? i miss him.”

“you miss him? but i’m with you! how could you miss him when mommy is right here?” y/n pouted, hiding her grin.

“your mommy’s sad now, seo-ji! what are you gonna do!” yelled min-su with a slight gasp.

“oh no!” dae beamed.

“noo! i’m sorry!” seo-ji quickly exclaimed, jumping on her feet to comfort her mom. “help me, auntie min-su and uncle dae! ..mommy??” she poked her mom’s arm.

y/n peeked down at her and found her bulged, puppy eyes melting her heart instantly.

“i’m sorry! i like you just as much as i like daddy!”

“like? you don’t.. love?” the mom teased with a plastered grin.

“oh my gosh, your daughter’s trying to apologize to you!” dae chimed in, playfully scoffing.

y/n huffed out mounds of laughter in her stomach before forgiving her empathetic daughter. she tucked a few hair strands behind her ears, placing soft kisses on her forehead while murmuring, “i forgive you, seo-ji. are you hungry?”

the little girl furiously nodded her head as min-su uttered — “me too!” — followed by ji-woo and dae to chime in as well, causing y/n to laugh with a healing heart.

her daughter and her friends were all she needed.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

seo-ji remained in the dining room area, eating with rolled up sleeves and a tied hair done by her mom.

y/n and her three friends were near but stayed closer to the living room, carefully hearing for the little girl just in case something happened.

“she eats just like you,” min-su said with a slight snort.

her words caused a wide chuckle to erupt out of her friend. “seo-ji’s been with me a lot so i wouldn’t be surprised if she ate just like me.” y/n murmured back with her eyes staring at her daughter.

“are you really okay with the whole sunghoon thing though?”

she glanced at ji-woo who said it, but only nodded.

“nothing much i can do about it, he’s moving on.”

her heart tore a little, ripping open another wound in her chest that was barely healing. she didn’t like how every sentence she spewed left a bitter taste in her mouth, but what else could she do?

“i’m really sorry for how things turned out..,” one of her friends sympathetically said to her.

“it’s okay.. my little girl is all i need.” she murmured, glancing at seo-ji who was just about done.

“mommy! i’m done!”

just as y/n was about to get up, ji-woo stood first.

“don’t worry girl, i’ll get her.”

before the mom could protest, her friend had already rushed to seo-ji. a small smile formed on her face, feeling grateful for all three.

“come on, seo-ji, let’s wash your hands!”

“auntie ji-woo, where’s uncle jake? he’s always here.”

the two walked away to the bathroom, giving ji-woo the chance to give her reasoning that no uncles except dae would join for tonight.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

a few hours in, and seo-ji was wrapped in y/n’s arms now.

the little girl was settling into her nap time, eyes closing in an instant with the comforting warmth her mom radiated.

y/n continued to tuck a few wavy hair strands away from her daughter’s face, gaze fixated on every gorgeous feature she inherited from her and sunghoon combined.

“i never thought i’d actually see you become a mom.” ji-woo confirmed with a proud smile.

“we’re proud of you,” dae added in.

“you used to always hate kids, but now here you are, having one of your own in your arms.” min-su softly uttered, careful to not wake her niece.

everyone’s eyes gathered on the little girl who was softly snoring in her sleep.

y/n’s eyes were softened the most.

she did, in fact, hate kids, but she loved and cherished her daughter — her daughter, who she never imagined to have.

“it feels like we’ve seen you grown up,” ji-woo continued her sad talk. “remember when you always told us that you and sunghoon would be the last to have kids out of all of us?”

the four broke out into laughter as they thought back to their years of being in college.

“yeah..,” y/n’s heart sank as she remembered how good her and sunghoon used to be. “we were so sure of ourselves that we’d have kids after you all had yours too. we were so bad with handling kids before we had our little girl.”

she smiled back at the memory before hearing dae intrude — “now look at you, you were the first to have a kid.”

“me and heeseung next,” min-su prompted, causing hushed laughter to fill the air.

y/n beamed a wide grin afterwards, standing up to settle her baby down in the bedroom.

after doing it with ease, she walked back out and found dae specifically sitting where she had told sunghoon she was pregnant.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ — flashback

“gorgeous, what happened??” sunghoon bursted out the door, heavy breaths of air leaving his lungs.

he clenched onto his chest with his eyes sewed shut, desperately gasping for oxygen as his girlfriend stayed sitting on the couch in silence.

“y/n? you okay?” he said in a softer tone. “what’s wrong?”

“sunghoon..,” she whimpered.

her head turned to meet his gaze, and almost immediately, her reddened eyes that were puffed from her tears worried the poor boy.

“hey, hey, why are you crying?” he attempted to comfort, arms immediately bringing her into his embrace.

“hoonie…,” she quietly called again.

sunghoon pulled away with a comforting hand placed on her cheek.

“what’s wrong, pretty?”

“i’m..,” y/n sighed with a heavy heart, feeling a lump in her throat as she uttered, “i’m pregnant.”

the male paused every muscle movement in his body. “w..what? you’re what?” he said in denial.

“i’m pregnant,” she repeated, fingers fidgeting around little picks of skin.

it now added up for sunghoon — all of why she was suddenly moody, why her period was delayed, why she kept talking about feeling sick — the girl he loved was pregnant.

a gasp of air left him as he grinned ear to ear, heart feeling full with the thought of a baby on the way.

“you’re pregnant,” he reiterated with an upbeat tone. “you’re really pregnant.” he quickly stood on his feet before yelping in joy. tears were quick to fill his eyes as he felt like someone who had just won the lottery.

as her boyfriend continued to celebrate, y/n stayed sitting, chewing on her lips in fear.

“sunghoon.. please sit..,”

the boy quickly obliged, though his excitement still seeped through him in every way possible.

slowly, her eyes trailed up to meet his. and almost instantly, her heart fluttered at how handsome he looked — but it shattered within seconds of the news she was gonna deliver to him.

“i don’t know if i want this…,” she cracked out.

“o..oh…,” hoon blinked with a dry throat. “you don’t want to keep the baby?”

y/n quickly shook her head, tears already filling her eyes for the worst outcome.

but his hands placed itself on hers, letting his fingers cling around to reassure while he continued — “it’s your decision, gorgeous, i won’t force you.”

she shot her head up at him, and sunghoon only pushed his lips together to form a confirming smile.

“having a baby with you is what i want, but just not right now. we’re too young, and we’re both barely starting life and-“

her constant blabbering was shut up by a quick peck on the lips from her boyfriend. “we are young, y/n, but this decision is entirely up to you. i want this with you, and i want to be a dad but if you decide that you don’t want to yet, then that’s okay.”

sunghoon’s thumb rubbed little strokes on her crying cheeks as he spoke with his caring eyes.

he wanted the baby, but he wanted y/n more.

“can i think about this first?” she uttered with sparkling eyes.

his thick brows knitted together to convey how she could even question a thing like that. “of course you can, pretty girl. think about it, and let me know.”

the boy placed a sweet and comforting kiss on his girl’s forehead before pulling her into a hug.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

what broke y/n’s heart the most was how the stress of raising a child never bothered to pop into their head until later — when the continuous struggles got to the soon-married couple.

all they wanted was to be a family, and all they wanted was to have their daughter have loving parents who were in a loving relationship.

and of course they had their moments of joy when everything felt perfect for a while.

like when sunghoon would sleep closely next to seo-ji when she was an infant after watching her all day, and his body would be facing toward his baby girl. then y/n would come home, find them softly snoring, and laugh silently to herself when catching onto her baby’s wavy hair contrasting with hoon’s messy hair that fell to the front of his face.

or when seo-ji would wake up in some mornings with a sudden, personal preference on which parent she wanted — it mainly being y/n. and their little girl would cling onto her, making sunghoon pout in return of how his daughter had most of his features but would much rather be with her mom. little complaints would leave his mouth, but he secretly loved to see his small family together.

or, when seo-ji was still one, and sunghoon remained persistent in going ice skating so the three went to an ice rink. their baby would be dressed in warm clothing with mini earmuffs and gloves wrapped around her hands. and hoon would carefully glide the little girl around, letting her get used to the constant slippery surface while y/n personally sat the ice skating out and recorded instead.

or even, when they’d go to gatherings planned by their friends and everyone would instantly go to seo-ji, leaving the exhausted parents to intertwine their hands and watch how much their friends adored their child. little murmurs of — “us next?” would constantly be heard all around while uncle jay would try and snatch her away from everyone else.

nothing could beat those fond memories that were shared upon sunghoon, y/n, and their special little girl, seo-ji.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

a sigh left y/n as she walked to her ex-husband’s apartment. days had gone by since she was last here to pick her daughter up, and now she’s dropping her off once again.

“be good okay? i know daddy probably misses you a lot,” she muttered, hands moving her daughter’s strands of hair.

“mhm! i will!”

a few knocks on the door were made before it creaked open to the handsome man, sunghoon.

“daddy!” seo-ji yelled, quickly detangling her hands from her mom’s to jump into hoon’s arms.

“seo-ji! how’s my little girl?” he left constant kisses around her cheeks, causing little laughter to burst out of her.

y/n beamed a smile at the sight in front of her. she knew they weren’t a family anymore, but it was somewhat healing to know that they could still share loving moments like this.

she heard her old partner yell out in joy, laughing with their daughter and giving wide grins that still secretly lit up her heart.

she still loved him.

“alright, i’m gonna take off, but be good, seo-ji. i’ll come pick you up some time soon, okay?” y/n mumbled.

her baby girl stood with a pout. “you’re leaving already?” she frowned. “you can’t! i don’t want you to! just stay a little longer in daddy’s house.”

y/n immediately chuckled at her daughter’s words. “i have to go, i have to meet auntie ji-woo and them soon.”

seo-ji’s eyes were quickly filled with tears as her bottom lip puffed out. “please mommy..,”

the mom’s heart shattered at her words but she only sighed.

“i’m sorry baby, i’ll come soon though okay?”

her daughter sighed as well before giving a tight hug around her mom.

sunghoon watched his two girls with soft eyes, heart slightly melting at this cherishing memory.

he loved the little things like this when they were still together.

and the one thing that always made him fall in love with y/n even more was how she always mentioned her hatred for kids, but when their daughter came into their life, she immediately loved her with no resentment.

everything about y/n was his weakness and it still showed because —

he still loved her.

“i’ll miss you,” seo-ji muffled through her sobs.

“i’ll miss you too, seo-ji.” y/n pulled away, wiping the tears from her sweet girl as she placed a soft kiss on her cheeks. “have fun with dad though, he misses you a lot too.”

she glanced up to hoon with a half smile. “okay i have to go because if i’m any later, uncle dae will be scolding me! here’s her backpack.”

the girl raised the bag and allowed sunghoon to take it, letting his fingers softly graze against hers.

there was a flicker — a spark, almost, at their little touch.

something was obviously still alive between the two when they glanced up at each other, eyes quickly shifting back and forth with their unresolved tension.

a linger was made present in the air, both not wanting to break the locked gaze but needing to anyway.

y/n walked away after saying one last goodbye to her daughter, feeling heavily burdened at the weighed pressure in her heart; while sunghoon closed the door behind him, mind and heart painfully filled with the memory of his ex-wife, and the mere thought of how much he loved her.

they knew they couldn’t though.

they shouldn’t, for the sake of their daughter, seo-ji.

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a/n: i just wanted to say as well, that i see the requested oneshots in my inbox, and i will try my best to write them! but it may take me a while, so please be patient with me <3 also someone tell me if this oneshot came out okay bc i wrote this at 3am with tired eyes..

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sweetreasures · 1 month ago

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fireworks in june

non-idol!san x gn reader

childhood friends to lovers, angsty fluff, seonghwa yunho wooyoung cameos, mentions of food, petnames (honey), reader is kinda an ass, forgive me if any gendered terms slipped through

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san wants a love that’s explosive. like fireworks, he says to you on the nights where you two spend hours swapping sips from the same bottle of soju that he steals from his father. a love that rockets towards the night sky in a puff of smoke and reaches its apex with a loud bang or a boom or a crack. you scoff—your head swimming in the characteristically unbearable liquor that tasted more like gasoline than it did of pineapple.

“so, something that burns quick and disappears even quicker.”

“no.” san turns to you, his eyes hanging heavy with inebriation. he attempts to contort his mouth into its usual pout, but in his physical state, san could only manage to pucker them. you try not to stare too hard.

“then what?”

“a love…” san’s voice trails off as he searches for the right words. you giggle at the way san’s face always seems to give away his immediate emotions—even when he was perfectly sober. his cheeks burn red when he’s angry, or embarrassed. his plump lips curve ever so mischievously when anyone compliments his appearance and admirable work ethic, both of which he is quick to attribute to his parents. his dark and unkempt eyebrows furrowed deeply when he’s lost in his thoughts.

god, he might be the most handsome man you have ever met.

“one where…we’re both so happy together…and it…and it explodes…and it’s so breathtaking up there…so many colors.” san slurs through his sentence, every word running into the next like a stumbling child.

you lazily reach above your head, hand feeling around aimlessly in the grass until your pinky finger bumped the cold glass of the mostly empty soju bottle. propping yourself up on your forearm slightly, you took the rest of it to the head. you didn’t even wince as the burning liquid traveled down your throat, readily welcoming the pain and the dizzying aftereffects—anything to try and forget this conversation as quickly as possible.

you have heard this same sentiment from your best friend countless times before—it’s his favorite metaphor to describe the kind of relationship he hopes to find himself in one day. in fact, you have heard this spiel so many times that you committed it to memory, practically able to recite the next line before it came out of san’s own mouth.

“fireworks are beautiful even after they’re gone.”

you wish you had the balls to challenge san on his long-held delusions of a romance that was both hot and everlasting—especially after seeing your friend dive headfirst into failure after failure that followed the same pattern every single time: san meets a person, he swears to everyone within earshot that this time he’s finally found “the one”, he scares them away with his constant conversation about marriage and the possibility of starting a family, he spends the night crying in your apartment living room whilst shoving spoonfuls of pistachio ice cream in his mouth.

“that’s enough,” you state firmly, yanking the nearly empty pint out of San’s admittedly weak grasp. “you’re going to get sick, dude.”

san could hardly fight back, watching helplessly as you return the sweet treat to its spot in the freezer. a grimace flashed across san’s lonesome face as he emerges from his position on the ground, attempting quite miserably to steady himself. he winces in a manner that made it evident to you that his stomach was starting to churn from a mixture of overindulgence and depression.

“i miss him so much…” san whimpers.

“please sit down before you vomit on my rug,” you instruct, voice sympathetic though you couldn’t possibly be more annoyed—at your friend, at his ex, at yourself for allowing san back into your apartment for this same song and dance.

san falls backwards onto the leather couch, resting his head in your lap. instinctively, your hand moves to run its fingers through san’s soft mess of chestnut brown hair. you glance down at san’s face—glistening with the tears he refuses to wipe (how else was he supposed to show how agonized he was over losing minhyuk?). you roll your eyes, partly peturbed at how dramatic san was being about his fourth breakup this year. you can’t help but notice how much his mannerisms mirrored that of his family cat, byeol.

you keep the television droning on for background noise as san bemoans the dissolution of his relationships. some older drama is airing reruns, one that the hopeless romantic choi san surely knows the name of but you couldn’t care less about. on the screen, a couple confesses their undying affection for one another—their subsequent kiss plays repeatedly from at least a dozen different angles, all in slow motion. san howls again.

“minhyuk was a fucking jerk, anyway,” you attempt to reason with the heartbroken kitten on your lap.

san’s ears burn crimson almost instantly at the sudden admonishment of his ex boyfriend. you both knew the statement wasn’t exactly wrong—after all, the catalyst for the breakup was san giving into his worst judgement and going through minhyuk’s phone only to find that he had been meeting several women behind san’s back. there was no argument, no begging and pleading, no tears. not until a knock sounded at your door and you found san standing in the hallway.

“don’t say that,” is all the pushback san could muster.

“well, you wouldn’t be here if he were able to keep his funky dick in his pants.” you retort.

“i wouldn’t be here if i weren’t so damn nosy,” his voice tightens as more tears threatened to spill from the corners of his eyes.

you want to take san’s head in your hands and scream, who cares about the massive violation of privacy he committed? san had a suspicion and every right to know. minhyuk had become very standoffish in the last few months of their relationship, and you couldn’t bear to hear san cry over why it would sometimes take hours to get a response from his boyfriend. it killed you to see him flounder about for an excuse to your mutual friend circle about how minhyuk was simply “busy and distracted”.

neither of you know how long it had been since san’s arrival, nor how long you two have been sitting in the silence of the living room with nothing but the sound of your decorative wall clock. the drama had ended, and san shuts the television off upon the first chimes of the nightly news theme song.

you open your mouth to speak—about what, you weren’t sure. maybe to suggest san get the hell out of your place so you can get some rest for work tomorrow. maybe to suggest that you both move to the bedroom as its growing far too late for san to catch the bus home.

“we went shopping for rings, you know.”

you swallow harshly. you hadn’t known.

“nothing…we were just looking…it was nothing too serious.”

“he went with you?” you’re just a bit bewildered with the revelation—having never once viewed minhyuk as the type of man to settle down this early in his life. that is part of the reason why you had known the two wouldn’t last long—after all, it takes a person who is equally as terrified of commitment to recognize the telltale signs of another.

san sniffled, “it was his idea.”

he didn’t have to say it completely, you know how significant that was for san coming from one of his partners. usually, they abandoned ship as soon as marriage was brought up—opting to view san as nothing more than a fling to last a couple of months before it was off to the next. and who could fault them? very little about san’s appearance automatically lent him to the stereotypically picture of a family man; his body was well-maintained after years of diligent exercise in the gym—a quest he had taken on to better his health. when he wasn’t showing off his gorgeous dimples in a full tooth smile, his face was stern and intimidating, his cheekbones sitting prominently atop his face in a way that forced his cheeks and lips into a constant pout. his dating profiles (san’s first mistake, he knows) are filled with pictures of him out on the town, dressed head to toe in bespoke suits that he had tailored to look the part for his big fancy important business job. he posed with glasses of expensive champagne, looking to the world like a jet-setting professional who was only in the dating game for a little fun.

so, imagine the shock—you figure—when these potential partners get past the first date and realize that this intense, gorgeous man was as soft as the good lord made them. his smile betrayed the perception of his personality, with his crinkly half-moon eyes and perfectly rounded cheeks. he always spoke politely, a direct product of his strict upbringing, eagerly presenting himself as the ideal marriage candidate on the rare instances in which one of his partners would even bother bringing him home. it wasn’t as if san couldn’t be casual—indeed, many of his interim intimate encounters were with individuals who he would much rather fuck for a single night and never have to think about again. the problem? once san had it in his head that someone was the one, that was it.

“i’m so sorry, san,” you finally speak up, mind searching for the right words and falling just short, “i had no idea it was that serious.”

you wait for a response, but san’s arm slumps to the ground limply from where it had been resting against your knees.

he has fallen asleep. on your lap.

you huff before shoving the sleeping figure. san falls to the ground with an almost amusing thud.

“jesus…” he mumbles.

you toss a throw blanket towards your friend before stating, “you’re welcome to stay, if you want. i’m heading to my room.”

ding!

you snore deeply, the force threatening to shatter the already integrally weak windows of your- apartment.

ding!

you rub at his eyes, the unforgiving brightness of the morning sun beginning to reveal itself through your eyelids with every pass of your fist. your phone is going off relentlessly with text message alerts and—judging from the presence of sunlight blasting its way through the closed bedroom curtains—it is way too fucking early for this to be happening. you consider simply ignoring the mysterious messenger, turning your back towards the phone and taking in just a few more hours of slumber before your roommate was due to wake up and force you both to start the day. but the possibilities enter your mind, regardless—what if this is your manager asking you to come in today? defeated, you reach for the phone on your nightstand, silently cursing how much you needed this dumb job.

crisis averted—it’s san. you check the most recent of the barrage of messages your friend had sent.

what if this means he wants to try again!!!!!!!

you shoot up in your bed, mind fully awake and alert as you scroll frantically through the rest of the messages. san typed excitedly about a “him” who had responded to a text that was sent the night before, followed by screenshots of the conversation and a bunch of excited adorable animal stickers from a pack that you still can’t believe san would waste his money on.

these are about minhyuk. crisis back on.

slow down don’t say anything back to him meet me at seonghwa’s in an hour DON’T SAY ANYTHING

you throw back the covers and race to the bathroom, flipping on the cold water as you attempt to wash your face and brush your teeth and style your hair at the same time. in the distance, you can hear your phone go off twice, and silently hope to yourself that san hadn’t done anything unthinkably stupid in the short amount of time it took you to search the basket of clean but unfolded laundry for a decent shirt to wear.

fully dressed, and presentable to a certain degree, you return to the room to put on a pair of sneakers and search for your transit card. absentmindedly, you retrieve your phone to unlock the screen—your stomach dropping as you took in the new messages from san.

did you even read the picture idiot

we’re going to lunch right now. i’m in his car LMAO

admittedly, you could only bring himself to skim through the screenshots san had shared in their chat. the thought of your friend—who just a mere three weeks ago had been crying to the point of dry heaving over some scumbag of a man—getting back together with that scumbag of a man almost makes you nauseous in a manner you don’t quite understand.

they’re driving in a car together. doing and talking about god knows what. before you can stop yourself, you dial san’s number in a last ditch attempt to bring this impromptu meeting to a halt. it rings promisingly for a few seconds before heading straight to his very full voicemail inbox.

desperately, you try once more. it doesn’t even ring this time around.

do not disturb because we are about to eat (animated sticker of a cat about to enjoy a bowl of spaghetti)

will let you know how it goes!!!!

fuck. fuck. you bring your arm back, fully prepared to launch your phone across the room as hard as you could, before sparing a thought to how expensive that would be to replace and how it would only serve as yet another reason to hate minhyuk. but you know your options are limited; san has you saved as an emergency contact, and maybe this situation was just severe enough for you to ignore this very clear boundary san had set by setting his ringer to silent. you could also hop on the train like originally planned and search every single lunch spot within a 10 mile radius of san’s place. both are equally insane.

so you opt for the third option, lying on your bed and checking your notifications anxiously every ten minutes to see when the date concluded and to read the final verdict.

three hours pass with zero sign of san. your roommate yunho peeked his head in through the door a couple of times to make sure you were awake and more importantly, alive. despite his best intentions, the gesture proves increasingly annoying as time continued progressing without an update from your friend.

“a walk, that’s all i’m asking for. no longer than a half hour. a couple of times around the block, maybe?” yunho sits on the foot of your bed, tapping at your thighs as you bury your face in a pillow as a futile measure of blocking out his voice. you want to protest—more than that, you want to tell yunho to go get fucked—but the weather has been alarmingly pleasant for an otherwise record breaking humid summer. when yunho had initially moved in, his sunshine-filled personality immediately caught your attention. he loves to chat throughout the day, inquiring on the littlest aspects of your life as you both perform mundane but necessary tasks around the apartment. you should have expected, then, that finding you distressed and pent up in your bedroom would make yunho all the more determined to figure out what was going on. more than a year later, you cursed the day you ever decided to hang those interest posters up around town.

“you know what? sure. fine.”

“oh my god okay just give me a second to grab my shoes and—“ yunho springs up from the bed, racing out in his excitement without even allowing himself to finish his sentence.

before you know it, you are accompanying your roommate as he runs errands around the city. no, this was not the plan he had proposed, but as the two of you entered each shop to peruse its wares, you find yourself grateful for yunho’s persistence. you even manage to score free lunch out of the arrangement, after your roommate glanced over to comment on how “sickly” you looked.

the fluorescent bulbs flickered overhead as the two of you sat in a booth at some fast food chain. the food is nothing in comparison to seonghwa’s cafe—the fries criminally overpriced and underseasoned—but the sustenance was more than enough to keep you going back for another handful.

“this is about san, isn’t it?” yunho inquires, eyebrow cocked as he looks intently at the neutral expression on your face. he doesn’t know much about san besides what you have told him, their interactions limited to the mornings where yunho would awaken to find san curled up on the couch after yet another pity party.

you nod, taking a long sip from the glass of tea in front of you, its surface slick with condensation. “he’s meeting up with his boyfriend…or whatever, i don’t know.”

“and how do you feel?”

“about what?” across from you, a group of friends giggle amongst themselves, their voices traveling all throughout the room as you struggle to focus on the food and the man right next to you. suddenly, the atmosphere is painfully obnoxious.

“about them seeing each other again.” yunho states as if already well aware of the outcome of today’s outing—they were back on. deep down, you know he’s correct, but you don’t want to entertain him with an answer. a feeling of discomfort and resentment bubbles within your core, but you have no idea what is bringing on this slurry of negative emotion. or rather—you don’t yet have the words to admit it.

yunho senses something about your demeanor that finally puts his interrogation to a halt. somewhat of an empath, he is very keen on reading other’s in a way that both scared and intrigued you. the rest of the meal is spent in an uncomfortable silence.

the chair beneath you vibrates as your phone rings in your bag. miraculous, though you remain uneasy—especially when you read the caller id as it flashed across the screen.

“hello?” you answer timidly. yunho motions behind him, indicating that he would step out to grant you privacy.

san is incomprehensible between the babbling and sobs that punctuated each sentence. you try your best to calm him down, mentally preparing to race to the nearest station in case the situation necessitated a quick escape. yunho shoots you a concerned look through the window.

“minhyuk told me….he wants to me to get the rest of my things tonight…he said he’s done.”

your heart breaks at the sound of san’s distress, but a secondary, more shameful feeling rises from your chest as it starts to set in what his words mean. they’re done. over. you’re elated, though you can’t outwardly show it. you give yunho a thumbs up—the situation is under control.

“sorry to hear that, san,” you speak in as comforting of a tone as you could manage. i told you so, you wanted to say. why didn’t you listen to me earlier? why did you expect anything different to come from this? you keep your mouth shut, listening on as san’s sniffling escalates once again into full blown sobs.

“what do i do…what do i do…” he laments. you imagine your friend rocking himself in his high rise apartment, far too successful of a person to waste his time with a no-life like minhyuk. the imagery is depressing and pathetic, and serves as just another reason to despise your friend’s ex-boyfriend.

you think for a brief moment before suggesting, “you could still meet me at seonghwa’s. i’m out with yunho right now, but we should get there by the time you do.”

san agrees, hanging up the phone feeling slightly better than he had at the beginning of the call. you bring the idea up to yunho, who you found leaning against the restaurant window caught up in his own affairs.

“hmm,” yunho’s eyes shift, as if searching for something in his surroundings. “you go ahead, y/n. i’m going to finish shopping and then head to mingi’s house.”

he sends you off alone, and you prefer it this way.

the bell chimes, alerting the man wiping down the counters to your prescence. he greets you with a characteristically warm smile, waving his rag around and motioning for you to take a seat wherever you liked. seonghwa opened his cafe shortly after you all left college, putting his international relations degree to great use as he served up homemade muffins and meticulously ground coffee to eager patrons. in return, they regal him with stories of their own workdays or chat to themselves as he listens in, positioned at his espresso machine with his back turned.

between the little group that consisted of seonghwa, san, wooyoung, and yourself, seonghwa would be the “mother”. he is always the person all of you came to with anything—to settle a debate, to solve a problem, to lend an ear or a shoulder. you immediately found yourself at ease as soon as you walked through the heavy wooden doors of his cafe—painted an inviting viridian green and adorned with fancy golden accents. you take a seat at the usual table, watching as people pass by to look inside and take in the atmosphere.

seonghwa brings out two steaming cups of americano—san’s favorite, though you prefer something on the sweeter side.

you pause, “two?”

“san told me you guys were coming.”

figures.

seonghwa takes a seat across from you in the booth, shoulders propped up on the table as he rested his head in his hands. he’s waiting for news of some sort, in that gossipy way of his. you shake your head and lift the cup to your lips—you have nothing to offer.

a large figure staggers by the window facing the street. his face is obscured with the hoodie of his sweatshirt—a strange choice, considering the burning hot temperature outside—but you and seonghwa both know exactly who it is.

the door opens, san enters shortly after.

“come here, big guy,” seonghwa rises from the seat to engulf san in one of his signature hugs. san readily accepts, squeezing seonghwa so tightly that he makes an audible groan.

“how are you feeling?” you ask, sliding the second americano cup towards your brooding friend. he shrugs, his mouth itching to say more but his face contorted in pain. if he speaks, he’s going to start crying again.

seonghwa asks the two of you to wait a moment before disappearing into the back, leaving you to face san on your own.

“we went ring shopping, y/n.” his voice is meek and rough, evidence that he had spent a lot more time crying than you initially believed.

“there will be more. you’re going to find somebody, i don’t see why you need to be in such a rush.” you worry that your annoyance is obvious, but san buries his face in his arms, undoubtedly thinking about how he didn’t want others, he wanted minhyuk.

“you just don’t get it,” san says, muffled as he speaks directly into the table. seonghwa reemerges from the kitchen carrying a plate of scones, setting it down between the three of you before settling back into his seat.

“then help me understand! please! because from where i’m standing—thank you,” seonghwa sets a scone on your plate, “where i see it, this man has lied to you, cheated on you, and didn’t even apologize.”

“i know—“

“do you? you’re sitting here crying and i’m willing to bet minhyuk hasn’t thought about you once since the break up.” your voice is getting louder, your mannerisms more exasperated. seonghwa looks at you, resting a hand on san’s shoulder as the younger male’s lip begins to quiver.

“what y/n means is, you deserve more than to beat yourself up over someone who does not care about you.”

you co-sign seonghwa’s statement with a nod, hoping that maybe your more reasonable friend is able to knock some sense into san’s head. but he seems unwilling to relent, pushing the scone aside and slumping back against the booth. another customer walks into the cafe and seonghwa excuses himself to serve them.

“if i were you—“

“that’s the thing,” san stares at you, his eyes glossing over and taking on a much darker vibe than before. “you’re not me. you have no right to tell me how i should and shouldn’t feel. all you have to fucking do is listen to me, is that so hard?”

“why are you talking to me like this?” you are visibly taken aback by his change in tone, growing increasingly frustrated with his stubbornness knowing how much of your time you have sacrificed comforting him on your living room floor.

san rolls his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest. confrontational. “admit it, y/n. you never liked minhyuk, even before he cheated on me.”

“none of us did.”

“sure, but you were the most vocal about it. you wouldn’t shut up about him. none of you think i can take care of myself, like i’m some sort of fucking child!”

you try not to scoff at his incredulous behavior, “why the hell are angrier at me than the piece of shit who actually hurt you?”

“i hate him! i hate him! are you happy? what hurts me even more is you looking at me as if i should have known the entire time!”

seonghwa glances over as the conversation gets more heated, hurriedly moving through the transaction so he can return to his role as peacekeeper. san stands to his feet abruptly, open palms slamming down on the table with enough force to send the plates clattering against the wood.

you sit for a second, watching san’s shoulders as the rise and fall with his unsteady temper. unsure of how to proceed, you simply don’t. there wasn’t much to argue anyway—you hadn’t been the most supportive friend when it came to this relationship. honestly, there was no worse feeling than when san came prancing into the room announcing that he has found yet another “lover”. amidst the rest of your friends celebrating and congratulating san, you stood out like a sore thumb with your lips pressed into a thin line in a sort of faux smile.

seonghwa noticed first. wooyoung, shortly after. the way your attention would wonder whenever san recounted his latest date. the way you never seemed to be too interested when given the chance to meet haseul, or jinyoung, or…who was it this time?

“just say something, dumbass,” wooyoung would prod, jokingly nudging your arm as you downed yet another shot of soju while san cuddled with who-gives-a-fuck on his couch during a get together. but tell him what? that you were a shitty friend but it’s okay because you wanted him more than anyone who would hit him up on a dating app?

you feel something wet hit the side of your hand, breaking you out of a trance. then another. all at once, your face feels tremendously warm and your body forces a sniffle. being yelled at and crying in the middle of a public coffee shop is the last thing you need right now, and had not been in the cards when you arranged this meeting. san looks down at you, his face a mixture of frustration, sorrow, and panic.

seonghwa appears at your side, though he can sense his efforts come a bit too late. you hurriedly collect your things, eyes fixed on the table, too embarrassed to confront either of your friends.

“well, i work third shift tonight so i should probably get going,” you lied, pushing through seonghwa as he attempted to keep you at the table. san remains frozen in place, the food on the table remained untouched.

seonghwa calls out behind you, “okay, honey, let me know when—“

“i will!” you exclaim as the door shuts behind you.

don’t wait up. sleeping at mingi’s tonight. love you xo

yunho’s text comes through just as the show you were watching wrapped up. watching being a strong word, as you stared rather mindlessly at the screen while the noise offered a very welcome respite from your thoughts.

love you xo

the nonchalance with which he wields those words is a bit unnerving. or maybe it was a sweet gesture, and you are just feeling especially bitter tonight.

3 injured as police work to clear a 4-car pile up along the freeway tonight. if you are traveling north, make sure to follow the designated detour signs to avoid long waits in traffic…

you were never a big fan of the news. the tragedies of the world weren’t anything you wanted to think about, but its better than thinking about san. his face plagues your thoughts when you close your eyes, his sunken expression and his cheeks flushed from crying after meeting minhyuk. minhyuk, the name left a bitter taste on your tongue even when you refuse to speak it out loud. this was ultimately his fault, you reason—no other breakup has sent a ripple through your friend group the way he had. if only they hadn’t gone fucking ring shopping…

someone knocks at the door. your brow furrows—yunho is out tonight and won’t be coming home. you aren’t friendly enough with the neighbors for them to be dropping by this late at night. the mysterious figure knocks again. and again.

“y/n?”

you wince. it’s san—of course, it’s san.

but you don’t answer, the words trapped inside your throat out of immense guilt. this is the perfect opportunity to right those wrongs, to get back on the footing that the two of you had been on for as long as you could remember. this was also the perfect opportunity to run away and hide under the covers, saving this issue for tomorrow to handle.

but the shame wins out; you can’t run away a second time.

san barely allows you a second to gather your bearings before practically jumping on top of you, muscular arms wrapped around your waist as if you would float away should he let go. he smells extremely clean—he always does—his skin radiating the scent of the rainforest-y waterfall indicative of those men’s body washes you buy from the grocery store. san had also changed his clothes, arriving in a much more comfortable and far less depressing white sports t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

“…how did you know i was home?” you ask, breathless from the sudden embrace. as san releases you, you finally notice the bag of takeout in his hand. it’s from a small family restaurant the four of you used to frequent in college—one located almost 45 minutes outside the city.

san rubs his neck sheepishly, a light blush spreading across his face, “it’s thursday night.”

right. you don’t work on thursdays.

you move aside to allow the male entrance into your place. he removes his shoes and sets the bag down on the table, his movements methodic and comfortable—this is just as much his apartment as it was yours. notably, the tension is gone from his demeanor. you watch as he sits on the couch, flipping through the channels until he settles on yet another romance drama rerun.

“we should talk…” you start, fiddling with your cuticles behind your back.

“we will,” san says, though his casual nature does little to put you at ease. he offers you a sympathetic smile, “y/n, i’m not mad at you. i was never mad at you.”

it didn’t seem that way earlier, you think to yourself, the sound of his palms hitting the table resonating in your ears like the echos of a cave.

san motions for you to join him on the couch, and you acquiesce cordially. this is what you wanted—you reason—you and san hashing things out and finally being friends again. but why is your stomach tying itself up in knots worthy of a scout badge?

“there were so many signs from the very beginning and i willfully ignored them,” he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. san takes hold of your hand, preventing you from picking at the skin any longer. “i guess…i just hated myself for wasting so much time.”

“he led you on, san.”

“i know.”

a brief and uneasy pause.

“but i need to know what’s going on with you, y/n.” you swallow, unable—and unwilling—to meet his profound gaze. you wonder if its too late to call the night off and send him out, but his vulnerability tugged at your heartstrings and tears played at the corners of your eyes. this has to happen, eventually.

you inhale sharply, mind dizzying as if all of the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. your ears start ringing, your mouth starts moving but you don’t exactly hear the words coming out. nothing feels real except for the feeling of san’s hand on top of yours.

“why didn’t you tell me sooner?” san inquires, voice quivering. what did you say? was it that serious? you shake your head, unable to process the situation unfolding in front of you.

is this how you pictured yourself confessing to san—after a massive, public argument following an uglier public breakup? in fact, you were fully prepared to spend the rest of your life standing by the wayside. you were y/n, the one who has been by san’s side since the two of you were in diapers. it feels like you were always meant to be nothing more than this, and the thought of sabotaging your place in his life terrified you more.

san lays out a spread of food before you, though you had yet to notice he had even risen up from the couch. in your daze, he hands you a bowl of kimichi jjigae, its intoxicating scent directly breaking whatever spell the moment held over you. the two of you eat in a comfortable silence, allowing the food and nostalgia to remedy the hurt and nurse your hearts back to health.

“do you remember that one urban legend back in high school?” san asks, stirring around the vegetables in his own bowl.

“which one?” you reply mid-mouthful.

“the one about the fireworks festival.”

if two students meet up during the summer fireworks on the school’s rooftop, they were destined to spend the rest of their lives together. you remember it vividly, the two of you standing there as the sky illuminated with showers of beautiful sparks before fading away into foggy gray residue just as quickly. neither of you planned on being up on the roof together, nor were you even aware of the other’s presence until you heard someone’s shrill voice shriek his name from behind you.

it was san’s girlfriend—a student whose name escapes you at present and who probably hasn’t thought about you in the years since then. you turned around, eyes meeting san’s as his girlfriend flung her arms around his shoulder. the two of you held each other’s gaze for a brief moment before san broke first, looking down to greet his girlfriend who chattered excitedly in his ear.

at the time, the legend had never even crossed your mind. at the time, the idea of dating san would have made you turn up your nose in disgust as an unfamiliar feeling ate away at your core. though the blessings of the universe weren’t meant for the two of you, anyway. it was between him and the beautiful girl clinging by his side.

“i love you too, you know.” san whispers.

you hadn’t known.

all at once, san rests a hand beneath your chin, bring you closer into an inevitable kiss. it’s electrifying, sending all of the nerve endings on your entire body into overdrive. he handles you with the tenderness one would reserve for a fragile porcelain doll. the kiss is full of promise, and hope, and the slight spice of house secret chili marinade.

everything made sense then, san’s metaphorical desire to chase a romance that reminded him of the display of lights that decorated the city that night.

for a second, you swear you could hear those fireworks going off in the distance.

[A/N: it’s done 🎊 if you’ve made it this far, thank you so much for reading! this one is a lot longer than i’m used to, but it was a nice challenge and i’m happy with how it turned out. seonghwa birthday post should be out soon, and then some other pieces currently on the backlog.]

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‎𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 LOML, written by cup1dluvhs

‎𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 a week after your breakup with hamzah which had left you shattered, you suddenly get a call on your phone late at night. when you answer it, your met with your recent ex-boyfriend who isn’t exactly in the right mind.

| warnings: fluff (kind of) and a little angsty if you squint, mentions of drug usage

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it was any ordinary day since you and hamzah had broken up.

you woke up, fed your cat, made breakfast, finished any school work you hadn’t done, and ate dinner. you had tried your hardest not to think about him, to forget and just shut any thoughts of him out of your mind, but it was impossible considering all of your days had been boring and spent alone, and he was like a drug, and you were addicted.

even though it had been a week since you had argued with him for the last time, you still found yourself opening up your messages and clicking on his profile, eager to tell him something about your day but then remembering he couldn’t be that person for you anymore.

his name was still labeled ‘hamzah🫶🫶’ on your phone, because you simply didn’t have the heart to change it, along with some other reminders of him around your house. to keep yourself busy a couple days ago, you decided to clean your whole apartment and found yourself crying on the floor of your bedroom surrounded by a pile of stuff belonging to him.

about 4 hoodies found in the back of your wardrobe, a dead vape in between the cushions of the couch, a scrapbook of photos of you both he had given you on your anniversary two years before, and a framed photo of red and blue. everything was just too much.

you were lying in your bed, doom scrolling on tiktok with your cat in your lap. you had gotten her with hamzah a year ago after you realised that red and blue were more hamzah’s cats then yours, and you wanted a pet of your own.

and of course, so conveniently hamzah named her purple. a mix of red and blue. now, your cat was even a reminder of him.

your relationship with hamzah had been mostly positive, the two of you always meeting each other halfway and showing just as much interest in the relationship as the other. it wasn’t until hamzah began training for the fight with martin, as well as editing videos, along with you having to do school work a lot of the time, it became less and less likely you would see each other around the house and it was difficult to properly spend time together.

it was a mutual decision, and when you ended up in tears after arguing with him about it he hugged you and kissed your forehead. he told you he didn’t want to do any of that ‘blocking each other bullshit’, and just wanted to end things peacefully with no hard feelings. even when you came by his apartment to pick up some stuff, he didn’t conveniently plan things so that you wouldn’t run into each other, but instead helped you pack things up and find anything of yours that was missing.

it felt nice to have that final moment with him be one where you were both civil and comfortable being around the other, instead of dirty looks or angered words like some of the stories you had heard of from your friends. in fact, when you told them, they didn’t believe you.

you sighed, turning over in bed and finding yourself trying your best to block out any thought of him. it was always late at night when you’d start to tear up, with no one to comfort you but your stupid cat. you were suddenly brought out of thought when your phone began to emit a ringing sound, which had you jumping slightly. it wasn’t until you saw the caller id of the person calling you that had you sitting bolt upright in bed.

it was him. just out of nowhere, hamzah was calling you.

you stared at your phone, unsure of what to do or what to say if you decided to pick up the phone. this could just be about something belonging to you he found in the house, or it could be about something else. you clung onto the second idea slightly, your stomach beginning to knot together as you swallowed, finger hovering over the answer button.

without another thought, you clicked accept and brought the phone to your ear.

‘hello?’ you said into the phone, hearing complete radio silence on the other end for a solid two seconds before that all familiar voice you were trying to forget began speaking.

‘y/n? hey, when are you coming home?’ he asked, his words instantly making your brows knit together. what was he talking about?

‘hamzah, what’re you talking about?’ you asked him, clearing your throat slightly when you heard a giggle on the other side of the phone, confusing you even more than you thought was humanly possible.

‘baby, i miss you. you’ve been gone all day, where are you?’ he slurred slightly, his words making your heart drop.

he was high, and he forgot you guys were broken up. you knew that he smoked weed at least once every month, but he’d always remember things and be able to talk without struggle, but he didn’t sound okay. he sounded strange, and to have forgotten something that had happened less than a week prior, he must’ve smoked a lot.

‘i’m not coming home.’ you said bluntly, feeling a little mean for being so quick with him because you knew he clearly was not in the right mind, but you were angry. hearing him call you baby was something you were trying to forget, and hearing him say it again made you feel happy again, a kind of happy you knew you’d be chasing for the next two weeks. tears pricked at your eyes slightly, and a lump formed in your throat.

‘why not? y/n, i filmed the fucking funniest video with martin today, i can’t wait to tell you about it.’ he said, and every time he said a word you felt your heart breaking more and more each time. a tear slipped from your eye which you quickly wiped away, choosing not to say anything in response.

‘anyway, how much cat food am i supposed to give red and blue again? they were meowing at me after i fed them and i didn’t know if it was ‘cause they were still hungry or just wanted more.’ he said, your eyes still glossy as you contemplated just playing along and enjoying the moment.

maybe it was wrong for you to pretend like you were still dating, but you wanted to talk to him the way you always used to. you missed hearing his voice, and hear him tell you random stuff about his day.

‘a can and a bit, depends if you gave them treats or not.’ you said quietly, sniffing slightly as you heard him get up and begin walking, taking his phone with him.

‘i’m a terrible father. this wouldn’t of happened if your mommy was here though, right?’ he said clearing talking to one of the cats, completely oblivious to how his words sent a knife right through your heart.

this was complete and utter torture. you should’ve just hung up when you’d had the chance, or not answered the phone at all, but you knew you were past the point of no return. you missed him so much, and this was exactly what you needed. to hear him call you the sweet nicknames he always would, to hear him ask you when you’re coming home, to hear him tell you he misses you.

it felt like it always had, but it hurt more than anything else because you knew you’d wake up in the morning and it would be over, and things would go back to the way they were.

‘y/n, are you still there?’ he asked into phone, his voice knocking you clean out of your thoughts as you cleared your throat, wiping another tear that had strayed from your eye.

‘mhm.’ you responded quietly, trying not to interact with him too much and get too carried away with it.

‘i love you, y/n. you know that, don’t you? i know i tell you all the time, but i think it’s more than love at this point, if thats even a thing.’ he said so calmly, clearly having no idea the toll his words would take on you.

all of a sudden, you burst into tears and couldn’t contain the sobs you were previously holding back. you sniffed as tear after tear fell, and your hands went to cup your face as you continued crying, all while he was still on the phone. you didn’t care anymore. serves him right.

it was dead silent on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, as if he was registering what exactly was going on. at this point, you didn’t care what he thought anymore, because he wouldn’t remember anything anyway.

‘baby, are you crying? what did i say?’ he said innocently, his words triggering even more sobs to come from your mouth as you imagined his confused and puzzled face on the other side of the phone.

‘you didn’t do anything. i miss hearing you say that, is all.’ you said back, this time a little louder than your previous words exchanged with him.

it didn’t take you much longer to realise and properly register what he had said. did he still love you, or was he just forgetting that he lost feelings for you and that everything ended last week? was this actually what he was feeling now, and did he call you based on impulse and nothing else in the moment? you weren’t sure, but by now you were in a puddle of your own tears.

‘but i always say it, don’t i?’ he said suddenly, having waited a moment or two to speak again. you felt slightly bad for him, because you knew how confusing this must be for him.

‘hamzah, i should go.’ you said abruptly, not wanting to spend another hour going back and forth with him. plus, at some point the affects of the weed would begin to wear off and he’d be wondering why he’s currently on the phone with his ex girlfriend.

as much as you didn’t want to say goodbye, you knew it was for the best. what hurt you the most was the fact that this was probably going to be the last time you’d hear him say any of the things he did to you, for good this time. that was, unless he decides to call you while high and forget about what happened again.

‘oh—okay. please come home soon though, won’t you?’ he pleaded, his voice going up an octave you had never heard before. you bit back a sad smile as you nodded, stroking your cat as a way to prevent yourself from loosing it again.

‘bye, hamzah.’ you said, your voice breaking slightly as you heard him hum softly.

‘you aren’t gonna tell me you love me?’ he asked, his words tempting you and dragging you in the more you thought about them over and over again in your head.

‘i love you, hamzah.’ you said, your voice clear and loud as you spoke. it shocked you a little, how quickly you gave in, but it felt nice to tell the truth after all the lies to your friends about how you truly felt.

‘love you too, sweetheart. talk to you tomorrow?’ he said, making you almost choke on the heavy lump in your throat, your eyes beginning to water again.

‘mhm.’ you said quietly, and the minute you hung up the phone after hearing him tell you goodbye for the last time, you curled up on your bed and let yourself go. you cried until you couldn’t anymore, and until you fell asleep.

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damiansgoodgirll · 29 days ago

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damian and the reader are engaged she is mad because he went out and celebrated getting the world heavyweight championship, instead of coming back to their hotel room.

Reader had a huge surprise she was going to tell him their having a baby

But Damien went to the bar instead, he comes back and finds his present on the table and she's asleep ( crying)

Starts off angst ends in fluff

damian priest x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️ angsty, fluff, soft damian, mention of pregnancy, reader is pregnant‼️

A MOMENT FOR US

you knew how much this night meant to damian. wrestlemania. the biggest stage in wrestling. the night he had dreamed of since he started in the business and tonight, he had won. he had stood in the center of that ring, championship raised high, fireworks exploding around him.

he was nervous about cashing in against drew - mostly because he respects him and his hard work so much - but the moment he held the title high , all those insecurities vanished.

and you had been there for all of it.

you had screamed his name, cheered until your voice was hoarse as you watched with tears in your eyes as he soaked in the biggest moment of his career. you had been there since the beginning - since the days when he wrestled in front of tiny crowds, when the paychecks barely covered gas money. you had believed in him long before the world did.

so tonight, his victory felt just as much yours as it was his and you couldn’t wait to celebrate with him.

the moment the show ended you rushed backstage, moving through the chaos of production crew, wrestlers and staff. you knew where he would be and you knew he was probably still buzzing with adrenaline. when you finally found him, he was surrounded by his father, his siblings and his friends - finn, rhea, dom, other wrestlers congratulating him, hyping him up.

you smiled, waiting for him to notice you.

and when he did, his entire face lit up.

“baby” he said, pulling you into his arms, not giving a fuck if he was all dirty and sweaty as he was holding you tight “you saw it all?”

you laughed softly, still breathless from the moment “of course i did. i’m so proud of you papi.”

he kissed you deep and full of excitement. when he pulled back, his eyes were still gleaming. “after the show and the interviews we’re going out to celebrate “he said “hitting a bar or two…having a few drinks. you coming?”

your heart dropped a little.

you had imagined tonight differently.

you had pictured the two of you alone, celebrating together, soaking in this huge moment. you had spent weeks planning this - had even booked a private hotel suite, wanting to give him a quiet, intimate moment after the chaos of wrestlemania.

but now, he wanted to go out instead.

and you didn’t know what to say. or do.

“oh…” you said, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice “i thought we’d, um… just spend the night together?”

he gave you an apologetic look, rubbing your arms “we will, mami…” he promised “just later…let’s have some fun first.”

you hesitated.

you didn’t want to go to a loud bar and being surrounded by drunk wrestlers and fans. you wanted him. you wanted to be the first person he celebrated with, not just one of the crowd.

but he was looking at you expectantly, waiting for an answer.

you forced a small smile “i think i’ll just head back to the hotel.”

he frowned slightly. you could see he was a little disappointed “you sure?”

you nodded “yeah…go have fun.”

as he looked at you he hesitated for a second, then leaned in to kiss your forehead“i won’t be too late.”

but as you watched him walk away, surrounded by his friends, something in your chest ached.

because tonight wasn’t just about his victory.

tonight was about both of you and he had chosen to celebrate with everyone else instead of you.

you sat alone in the big hotel room you booked, staring at the small gift box on the table.

you had spent weeks preparing for this moment.

inside the box was a tiny pair of baby shoes. matching baby sneakers to his favorite red and black pair.

you had planned to tell him tonight. after all the years of struggle, after all the moments where he doubted himself, you had finally reached this high point together. and what better way to make the night even more special than by telling him he was going to be a father?

but he wasn’t here. he was out drinking, laughing, celebrating with everyone but you.

“we will tell him in another moment…” you whispered as your hands instinctively pressed softly against your tummy. three months has passed since you were pregnant but you found out only a couple of weeks ago. you wanted to wait after his wrestlemania moment to tell him cause you didn’t want him to worry.

a lump formed in your throat, and you blinked back the sting in your eyes.

it wasn’t just about tonight. it was about feeling like you weren’t enough. like your support, your love, wasn’t as exciting or important as the cheers of the crowd and the company of his friends.

maybe that wasn’t fair to think. maybe you were just emotional.

highly emotional.

but it still hurt.

changing into something comfier to sleep in, you curled up on the bed, clutching a pillow, silent tears slipping down your face.

you didn’t even hear him come back.

it was probably around 3 am when he came back. not drunk. definitely more sober than he ever expected but he still had the night of his life.

the sound of the door clicking shut barely registered in your half-asleep state but the moment he stepped into the room, you felt his presence.

there was a pause. a rustling sound. then…

“mi amor…” his voice was quiet, careful.

you didn’t move.

he walked further in and then you felt the bed move under his weight. a hand brushed against your arm, soft and hesitant.

“baby?”

still, you stayed silent.

but damian was observant. even with the lights dim, he could see the dried tear stains on your cheeks. his fingers gently brushed over them, his touch soft.

guilt settled deep in his chest.

he sighed softly, then leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead “i’m sorry mami” he murmured.

your throat tightened.

you didn’t answer but you felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest.

you resisted at first. you wanted to stay mad. you were mad. you wanted him to feel how much tonight had hurt you.

but damian was warm, and safe, and yours.

so you gave in, burying your face against his neck.

he held you tighter, his hand rubbing slow circles on your back “i should’ve come back sooner.”

“yeah…” you mumbled, voice muffled against his skin.

he exhaled, guilt thick in his voice “i wasn’t thinking. i was just caught up in the moment. but you, mi amor, you are the most important thing to me. i hate that i made you feel otherwise…”

you closed your eyes, your voice soft “i just wanted to celebrate with you.”

“i know, mami” he kissed the top of your head “i fucked up.”

you let out a shaky breath, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt.

but then he noticed the small box on the table.

his brows furrowed and he reached for it, still holding you against him as he carefully opened it.

the second he saw what was inside, his entire body went still.

he stared.

baby shoes?

his breath caught in his throat.

“…baby?” his voice was different now. almost shaky.

you swallowed, suddenly nervous.

“is this…?”

you nodded slowly, pulling back just enough to look at him “yeah.”

his eyes flickered between you and the tiny baby shoes.

then, without warning, he crushed you against him, holding you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe.

“we’re having a baby?” his voice was rough, thick with emotion.

you laughed softly, nodding again “yeah.”

he let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh. then he kissed you - hard, desperate, full of love and apology all at once.

when he pulled back, there were tears in his eyes.

“a baby…” he whispered as you nodded again. “i should’ve been here,” he said, voice cracking “i should’ve been here with you.”

you reached up, brushing your fingers against his jaw “you’re here now.”

he kissed you again, softer this time, his hands cradling your face like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“i love you” he whispered.

you smiled, heart swelling “i love you too papi.”

he smiled at the nickname cause now it had a whole different meaning.

“when did you find out?” he asked as his big hands softly pressed against your tummy.

“a couple of weeks ago…but the small pop corn is already three months old…” you laughed “how did we not notice it?”

“three months?” he said almost shocked “it’s growing fast…” he laughed softly looking between you and his hands over your stomach.

even if tonight hadn’t gone the way you planned damian was there for you.

he held you close as he kicked off his jeans and laid on the bed with you.

no matter what, he would be here. with you. with your baby because at the end of the day, you weren’t just part of his world.

you were his world and you were about to turn it upside down.

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sarawritestories · 1 year ago

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You Are Not a Burden

Cassian X Fem Reader

Summary: You have been tasked with going to the Spring Court to check in on Tamlin for Rhys. Though You and the High Lord do not get along and this visit leaves you injured and doubting your abilities in Rhys and Feryre's court and in the Inner Circle.

Content Warning: Angst, Aggression, injury, Stubbornness, Self doubt, barely proof read.

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I hope you enjoy this angsty fic that has some really good fluff at the end.

Exhaustion had been your constant companion in the past weeks. Doing emissary work between Summer and the Day Court had been successful and have been in good company with Tarquin and Helion, who have always loved when you come to visit. Though standing on the dilapidated building of the Spring Court, you wished you could be anywhere else. The territory has been neglected as shown by the dead plants and the Mansion looking like no one has stayed there in centuries in a matter of months. The once rich color of the land had dulled, and the people of this court have suffered just as much as the land.

Rhys had asked you personally to touch base with him as you were already traveling to nearby territories and seeing the exhaustion on his face mostly from taking care of Nyx and not wanting to have Feyre endure going back there you agree. The relief in his eyes made it worth being here though it meant that you would be apart from your mate for weeks as Cassian was at the Illyrian camps handling Devlon and making sure the camps were staying in line. The time apart has left an ache in your heart, but the work has been a great distraction.

Shaking your mind from your thoughts and sending love down the bond that links you to your General. There was a warmth that took over your body as he sent warmth and comfort through the bond. Taking a breath you raise your hand and ready to knock on the door when the door opens, and your eyes meet Emerald ones. “I could hear your heart rate spike. What do you want?”

You straighten your posture, “I was in the area, I wanted to check in.”

Tamlin scowls, “Consider me checked in. You can go run to your High Lord and your Bastard, like the good little Bitch you are.”

He is about to shut the door when you breach your boot against the frame preventing it from shutting, ignoring how his blow hit his mark and gave a knowing smirk placing the mask Rhys has taught you “Look who got his bark back.” You rolled your eyes, “Can I please come in? The sooner we have an adult conversation the sooner I can leave, and you can wallow in whatever pity party you’re hosting for yourself.”

His claws peeked over his knuckles, “Why do you care, you sure as hell didn’t care when you took Feyre from me? You sure as hell did not care when your High Lord let her come in and destroy my territory.”

You cross your arms, “Tamlin, Feyre, wanted to do that on her own, there was no coercing on our end. As for your territory...you were a ticking time bomb. Your people were getting frustrated with your rule. Feyre just sped up the process. Maybe it’s time you stop blaming others for what happened in your court and take some responsibility.”

In a flash Tamlin tackles you to the ground, your head hitting the concrete at the bottom of the stairs, your vision blurred slightly as Tamlin’s claw clamps around your neck and squeezes, “I want you to listen very carefully,” He snarls and you wince, “You don’t get to judge me when its apparent there is no use for you in that vile court you call home. Rhys and Feyre have no use for you other than sending out and parade around in other territories.” He smirked as a tear escape cascading down your cheek, “I’m sure you are only good for warming your general’s cock and sitting prettily on his lap.” You wince as his blow landed some of your deepest insecurities being confirmed by the person you hate the most. “You are not welcome in my territory and if I catch your scent even in my territory, I will kill you. Leaving your Corpse on your bastard mate’s doorstep.”

He presses his face close to hers causing a whimper, “Get. Out,” he whispered and ripped away from your body the sound of a door slamming solidifying that the High Lord of the spring had slithered back into his tomb. You laid facing the sky the beautiful sight of the sky a stark contrast of what transpired. For a moment not fully aware of how that escalated quickly, and your hand gravitated to your neck and tears began to pool. You make sure that your bond was locked so your emotions were not flooding to Cassian as he was out checking on his armies.

You stood and the ground began to spin briefly before steadying yourself a sharp pain stung behind your eyes and you touched the back of your head and something wet and warm met your fingertips. You look at your hand and find blood dripping down to your wrist, without a second glance to the manor, you winnowed back to Velaris. You ended up on Madja’s doorstep and you stunned the older Fae healer, “Oh dear, let’s get you checked out” Madja brought you inside and tried to tend to your injuries.

The familiar mental claws scraped your mental shield as Madja had you lay in her cot checking your neck to make sure Tamlin didn’t do any permanent damage as a bruise in the shape of a hand was blooming across your skin. You open your shield enough to let your High Lord come in.

“Home so soon?” Rhy’s voice was a mixture of surprise and concern, “Was your trip constructive?”

You take a steadying breath Tamlin’s words began to bubble up. You tamper it down just enough to keep it from Rhys and replied, “Yes my report, will be on your desk in a few days.”

“I’m glad you’re home, Cassian and Azriel are on their way as we speak so we’re having family dinner tonight at the River House.”

“I’ll be there. I am going to rest it’s been a long journey, and I haven’t been sleeping well.”

Rhys chuckled, “I’m sure Cassian will be more than happy to help tire you out when he sees you. He has already promised to kick my ass for keeping him away from you for this long.”

You smile briefly, and once again Tamlin’s words tried to bubble on the surface causing you stress. Rhys must have picked up on the shift of your feelings, “You sure you’re okay. Tamlin give you a hard time?”

“Rhysand, I’m fine, I’m just tired. I’ll see you at dinner.” You put your shield up before he had a chance to press further on the subject, and let unconsciousness claim you.

~Later That Evening~

You make your way down to the dining room of the River House, your plumb colored gown swishing against your bare feet. The high neckline that has a cut out that compliments your breast is why you chose this. Madja was able to close the wound on your head but the dark purple bruise dawning on your neck was going to have to heal on its own. The sound of laughter flooded your ears and the sound usually brings a smile to your face but this time insecurities run rampant.

They don’t need you.

You don’t belong.

You don’t bring anything to this group. They are better off without you.

You wince at the last one, but you school your features and put on a smile and walk into the dining room. The laughter died out and nerves racked down your body by the silence your lips turning down slightly, “Don’t mind me,” You whisper as you make your way down to the empty chair next to your mate. Your heart stopped at the sight of him as he rose from his seat to approach you. Being out in the mountains in the Fall sunshine his skin had darkened a shade and there was stubble along his face that made your toes curl. He was devastatingly handsome, his hair in a clean bun and his leathers been replaced by a dark button up shirt and dress pants.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Cassian scooped you in his arms and spun you around. Placing you down he steals a kiss from you, “I missed you. I was so happy to hear you were home early.”

His hand grazed down your face and as he neared your neck wiggled out of his grasp and got on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek and gave him a small smile, “Me too, General.” You take your seat, and You see Cassian take his, his brows furrowed. The food appeared and everyone gave approval

Feyre looked at you and gave her smile, “How is Tarquin and Helion, I hope they are doing well and treated you well.”

You are only good at parading to other courts.

You cleared your throat as fiddle with the food on your plate not having a solid “They are fine, warm and loving as always.”

“Rhys and Feyre have no use for you… you are only good for warming your general’s cock and sitting prettily on his lap.” The image of Tamlin snarling in your face and his hand squeezing your neck.

Rhys stilled his head shot up and his eyes met yours, your eyes widened and slam your mental shields up. Cassian’s head swiveled between his brother and you and guilt washes over you as he realizes that you have him locked out of the bond. “How was the Spring Court?” Rhys asked tension seeping into the room. Cassian’s head whipped to Rhys.

Feyre also stilled, “You sent her to the Spring Court?” she whispered her food forgotten. Mor poured more wine and filled Amren and Azriel’s goblets. Azriel’s shadows almost obscured him from view and Amren leaned against her chair and sipped her goblet.

Cassian’s grip on his fork tightened his knuckles turning white, “I chose to go,” I whispered. I reach my hand to grip Ferye’s across from me, “It was fine. I was banned but that was the only thing that happened,” Feyre didn’t return her smile.

Rhys jaw locked, “Don’t lie.”

Cassian through gritted teeth, “Someone tell me what’s going on right now!” Rhys made eye contact with the General and his eyes went vacant along with Feyre’s. He was showing both yours and his mates the image that slipped. When the connection was severed you saw that the General had tears in his eyes as rage contorted his features. Feyre had tears streaming down her face.

You rise from your seat tears threatening, “I’m fine. I can handle myself. I’m so sorry that I ruined Family Dinner with this.” You fled and could hear Cassian call out your name as you winnowed to the door of the House of Wind and took the 10,000 steps to the top. You are aloud yourself to fall apart and sobs racked your whole body. Emotions swirling, of the pain on Feyre’s face and the pure rage on Cassian’s, the venomous truth that Tamlin spewed to you and when you reached the top. You moved as quickly as you could despite your thighs burning from the trek up the steps.

You reached the bedroom and were greeted by Hazel eyes, and you sniffled, “Cassian,” You whispered.

The General was leaning against the bed post with his arms and ankles crossed his eyes red rimmed, “Why did you block me out?” His voice was quiet and pained, his knuckles were bloody.

You open the bond and worry is sent down to him, “You’re hurt,” you whisper not looking away from his knuckles.

He looks down at his hands and his eyes meet yours and they soften at your worry and relief shimmers down that bridge between him and you. “The blood isn’t mine. It’s Rhys’,” He shrugged, and you bit your lip, Cassian sighs and pushes of the post and approaches you and you avert your eyes. “He’s fine, he could have fought me off, he let me get the hits in. He felt guilty.”

“Why?” You ask, taking a step away from the door and approaching him.

Cassian stared at you in disbelief as he brought his arms down, pushing off the post to close the distance between the two of you. “Because he purposely put you in danger sending you to Tamlin’s territory. That the bruise your hiding behind that neckline is his fault.” Your eyes widened, “Rhys had stopped by Madja, and she told him she was worried about you.” You nod briefly, “We’re all worried about you. Especially Rhys and myself.”

You shake your head, “It wasn’t. I went willingly. I may have pushed Tamlin’s buttons, and he got the up on me.” You whisper, “It’s not Rhys’ fault it was mine.”

Cassian cupped your face in his hands, “Rhys was aware that you and Tamlin do not get along. He also knew that you wouldn’t say no whereas anyone else would have. As your High Lord and more importantly your friend, he should not have put you in that situation.”

You wrap your fingers around his hands that are still cupping your face, “Tamlin wasn’t wrong though.” Cassian’s face fell at your admission. Tears trailed down your cheek, “I feel like I don’t have a job that is really helping this court, but I can’t fight like everyone else and sometimes I feel like Rhys and Feyre really don’t know what to do with me.” Cassian wipes her tears with the pads of his thumbs. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m even a good enough friend to be part of the Inner Circle. Then what he said about you.” You closed your eyes, “I know you love me. I know you value me as a friend, partner, mate and wife, but I think back to the number of times you have had to reassure me and take care of me. I can’t help but feel like a burden to you and this court.”

“Oh Sweetheart,” His voice cracked as he picked you up and led you to the bathroom where he took a moment to change you out of your gown. His eyes were flaring with anger at the sight of the bruise. He puts on one of your favorite night gowns that is red and black. He guides you to the vanity back in the bedroom and has you sit as he begins to brush your hair. “There has never been a moment since you came into my life where I ever found you as a burden. You have been such a bright light in my life, your smile brightens the room and even on my worst day that same smile always melts my problems away. You have the affect on the team too, your easy and calm demeanor grounds everyone even Amren.” He meets your gaze through the mirror with his smile that always settles your nerves. “Your charm is perfect for dealing with temperamental High Lords which is why Feyre and Rhys have you go out and touch base with them every now and then. They like you and find comfort in your presence.”

He kisses your cheek and turns you so that you’re facing him, “I love you, You have never under any circumstances simply been someone who warms my cock.” You give him a small smile and his eyes light up at the upward tick of your lips. “I love your kindness, and your bravery. Most importantly it’s your willingness to drop anything for anyone, no questions asked. People know they can come to you for a listening ear, a shopping spree. You even know when I just need to hold you after a difficult mission, and you don’t pry but you somehow know what any one of us needs at any given moment. That’s special, Sweetheart, you’re special.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I will happily remind you of that, everyday from now until my heart stops beating that you are NOT a burden.” Another kiss to your lips briefly before he pulls away.

You feel tears flooding out one more time as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck taking in his scent. “I was nervous, that if you sensed my dread and fear down the bond, you would have shown up in the Spring Court. That’s why I blocked you out and I really wish I hadn’t. I thought he was going to kill me he even told me as much.” Cassian stilled at the admission but did not say anything as you continued, “Then when I got here all I could think about was how I couldn’t inconvenience anyone to help. I was cowardly and didn’t want Rhys to think I failed him. Failed you and began and self-doubt is a parasite that is easy to come in and harder to extract. I just didn’t want to bring the mood down of everyone being home for the first time in weeks. ”

Cassian snorted and you could hear him roll his eyes, “He failed you, Sweetheart. But Tamlin will be dealt with. I promise.” You nod and continue to sob into his neck ruining his dress shirt with your tears. “Also, you are more important to me than any dinner or game night we could have. How you’re feeling takes priority for me that will never change. Just because you're not feeling joy all the time doesn't make you a burden, it's normal to have those bad feelings as it is the good ones.”

Cassian tucks an arm under your knees and behind your back and carries you to the armchair looking out at the balcony. Holding you close as your sobs ebb and flow he strokes your back and presses his head against yours whispering sweet nothings.

A few moments go by when the sobbing turns to soft hiccups, you raise your head from his neck to meet his beautiful honey-colored eyes. “Thank you, for being you, Cassian, you always know what to say.”

He presses a kiss to your hand, “Promise me something, Sweet Girl.” You wait to let him continue, “Promise me that you will not block me out like that again, if you think you will be in a dangerous situation or territory, you keep the bond open so I can help. While we’re at it, tell me things. Don’t try to protect me from your dark feelings, or worries, it’s my job as your mate and your husband to help you through them and work on quieting those loud voices. No different than what you do for me.”

You nod, “I promise.” You kiss him, “I love you.”

He smiles and holds you tighter to him, “I love you too, Sweetheart. Let’s get some rest, we have an early meeting with the High Lord and Lady tomorrow.”

You nod and let him carry you to bed. He quickly removes his clothes, apart from his underwear and crawls into bed next to you, bringing your head to his chest and his wing wrapped around the two of you for extra warmth as your eyes droop close you feel lips on your forehead, “My beautiful, mate.” He whispers as you drift into slumber.

~FIN

#cassian acotar #cassian x reader #acotar #acotar fanfiction #cassian x you #cassian fluff #azriel x reader #rhysand x reader

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pretty-little-mind33 · 9 months ago

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chaser!James Potter x chaser!fem!reader

Summary: James is threatened by how good you are at Quidditch which means he hates you. And what emotion is closer to hate than love?

Genre: Angsty Fluff, 'rivals' to lovers <3

Warnings: James is seriously a dick in the beginning, teasing, slight bullying, swearing, fighting, social class differences, reader is an only child, didn't really understand how Quidditch Captains are appointed but bare with me <3

~ finally finished this! loved this ask anon! thank you, my lovely! ~

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James Potter is sprawled across the large, maroon, couch in the center of the Gryffindor Common room, his arms draped over the cushions as his legs lay across Sirius Black's lap.

Sirius, who would probably mind more if he wasn't as drunk as his best friend.

"I mean, fuck me, she wasn't even that good and McGonagall saw her and still looked at her like she'd just hung the moon in the sky!" James exclaims, his ears burning as he recalls Quidditch tryouts that morning.

He's pissed.

"You're just annoyed that she just started and now has a chance at Captain because Mini liked her so much," Sirius points out, which earns him a harsh swat on the top of his head.

James's face sours and he restrains himself from whining like a petulant child. Sirius was right, he was mad because you gave him a run for his money and no one has done that until now.

This was supposed to be his year. McGonagall loved him (mostly)! The Captain position was basically promised to him since his second year and now you've come around and ruined this for him!

"She's seriously not even that good, it's infuriating," James lies and looks around the small gathering they're having. He knows everyone can hear him but he doesn't care. "And she's so fucking annoying," he sounds bitter, "she's always talking everyone's ears off— and have you seen her stupid hair? She wore those fucking space buns just to make herself look cute, I swear!" He lifts himself off the couch for a moment, his arms raising in exasperation, and then lets out a sigh.

"That is usually the reason girls do their hair, James, yes," Remus interrupts from the floor where he's reading his book, his back leaning against the couch.

"Shut up," James grumbles and slumps back down. "I don't want her on the team. She's a nuisance already."

"Speaking of," Peter adds, his voice smaller as he glances towards the stairs to the girls' dorms. James whips his head around and his eyes narrow. You're walking towards the small gathering with some friends.

You're dressed in a Quidditch sweater that is only slightly oversized as the sleeves cover your hands. You're blissfully unaware of how much James Potter hates you so when you see him staring, you assume he wants to talk to you. You liked his company during tryouts. He was funny.

You'd always found him funny.

So, you walk over with a smile and James struggles to sit up. He's very obviously sloshed.

"Hello, Potter," you say and your smile widens. "This is Jane and that's Gabrielle," you introduce your friends. "I enjoyed try-outs, you were amazing. If I'm honest, I've always admired you during games. You're so talented," you feel yourself rambling but you're smiling too much to stop yourself, "I'm so happy we're gonna be on the same team now! I think we should–"

James cuts you off, a mean smirk on his lips as he looks at his friends and the students around you, "What did I say? A little chatterbox this one is," he quips, not completely unaware of how harsh his words are even in his drunken state.

Your hands fall at your sides, and the wind feels like it's been knocked from your lungs at his words when you realize he's making fun of you. You look at your friends and they stare at James with pronounced frowns.

"Oh," you whisper, but then you add, "That's not very nice, Potter."

A little surprised you'd had the guts to stand up to him, James retorts instantly. "Yeah? Is it now, Y/l/n?" He sounds mocking again and you don't understand why.

Your friends pull on your sleeve. "C'mon, Y/n, he's a prick," they turn you around, feeling how hurt you are as they walk away from James and his friends.

"Classy, James, real classy," Remus mutters under his breath.

And as awful as sober James might admit it is, he feels like he'd won something against you.

* * *

You can't understand why James seems to hate you as much as he does.

You've never been mean to him or done anything to harm him— on the contrary, you've only ever spoken highly of him and you know you've made a point of showing him that you trust him as a player when you're practicing. You want him to trust you too.

And still, James hates you and he makes that very clear.

He turns anything into a competition when it comes to you and it's obvious he takes pleasure in making you feel like shit.

As the days turn into weeks, you feel hopeless and even now you find yourself sitting alone on the grass during breaks, adjusting your uniform so you look busy as you hold in your tears.

You can hear James's cruel whispers about you to your teammates, purposefully creating rifts between you and them so you'll feel even more alone.

"She's so desperate," James's mockery causes another ache in your stomach and you chew on your lip so hard you're afraid you'll draw blood. You try not to listen to him as the whistle blows and the practice game starts again.

You're not on James's team this time–which means he either ignores you completely or targets you over anyone. As he hovers near you, you realize this morning it's the latter.

Maria Baker throws you the Quaffle and just as she does, you can sense James coming. You avoid his shoulder just in time and, with a huff, you score into the nearest hoop.

This just infuriates James even more and ups his game—which means the next time you have the Quaffle, he flies up to your shoulder again and pushes you hard to the side. He jabs his elbow into your ribs, purposefully playing dirty.

You wince. "O-ow, James, that hurts," you hiss, focusing on staying in the air as James rough-houses with you.

Your anger builds now and you shove him back, almost slipping from your broom as you try and defend yourself.

The Quaffle falls from your arms as James hits your shoulder with his again and you gasp. You expect him to rush to the ball and continue the game but he's furious from you shoving him so he grabs one of your braids and pulls.

You feel yourself fall from your broom as you cry in pain and you turn your body, clutching the end of James's uniform and, with a grunt from him, you're suddenly both plummeting to the ground.

You roll onto your stomach, falling onto James's chest as his arms automatically wrap around your back and he groans, looking up at you as you practically straddle his lap. Your head is throbbing from where he'd pulled your hair, your left braid messier than your right, and pure fury flashes in your eyes.

You lean over James, grabbing a handful of his curls and you pull. "What the bloody hell is your problem? How do you like it, hm?! You insufferable jerk!"

James doesn't take too kindly to this and he grabs your wrists, flipping you over so you're the one under him. His mum had told him never to hit a girl but oh does he want to hit you right now. You're staring up at him with that look he hates—the one that makes him feel all fluttery in his stomach.

You're struggling against his grip, grass in your hair. James's cheeks must be just as covered in dirt as yours are and his shoulder aches from the way he'd fallen.

"Potter! Y/l/n!" The whistle blows and the current Captain, Ines Clarke, runs up with McGonagall behind her. She'd seen the commotion from inside and seemed more than furious as she rushed over.

Some of your teammates follow, including Sirius Black who grips James's collar and pulls him off you. You hear Sirius hiss, "Prongs!! What in Godric's name is wrong with you?!" and then McGonagall pulls your attention to her.

Ines helps you up, looking concerned but then turns her attention to James. McGonagall walks over and when she sees the mess James has made of you, she frowns. "Are you alright, Miss Y/l/n?"

You nod, your lips pressed tightly as you see a bunch of your teammates have gathered around James as he rolls his shoulder. You look at your broom, which lies broken on the grass, and your eyes water. McGonagall senses your distress and she glances at James.

"James Potter!" She suddenly snaps her dainty fingers and James is next to her in seconds, both hands gripping his only slightly damaged broom.

It had been better quality than yours anyway.

His nervous eyes dart from McGonagall to you as he takes you in. You stare at him, unable to look away from how messy you've made his naturally tousled hair and you wonder if grass and dirt stick to your cheeks just as they do to James'.

"This," McGonagall points in between you both, "isn't how we do things here—you know this better than anyone, Mr. Potter. Your behavior is unacceptable." she reprimands him sternly and then looks at you, "and Miss Y/l/n, no matter how other teammates provoke you, you don't have the right to lay your hands on them either."

"But–"

"No. No more buts." McGonagall ignores both your protests as she looks down at your broom. "You need to learn how to behave like a team."

She thinks for a moment. "Tomorrow morning, you'll travel to Hogsmeade so Miss Y/l/n can replace her broom. Mr. Potter, you'll help her without any complaints, and neither of you better step foot on the pitch again until you've worked out whatever this feud is."

Your eyes widen. You want to tell McGonagall you cannot buy a new broom right now, but she clearly doesn't have anyexcuses about her new team bonding exercise. This means, much to your dismay, you end up waiting for James early the next morning, hugging your arms around you as you pick at the wool on your sweater.

James is ten minutes late. You want to kill him.

"Oi," his voice calls from behind you, irritatingly nonchalant. You turn and see he's also wearing his Quidditch sweater—which means you're now unintentionally matching—and a pair of casual trousers. James sends you a lopsided smirk, pushing his hands into his pockets as he sways on his feet almost awkwardly. "Why so gloomy, newb?" he mocks, the nickname rolling cruelly from his tongue.

You scrunch up your nose and spin around, walking in front of him as you clutch your purse. You don't want to give him a reaction and have him mock you the entire way into town. Instead, you both walk in silence, taking in the morning air and the sound of the birds.

Occasionally your purse will hit James's hip and he'll frown, opening to say another snarky comment until he sees a keychain; the one you have of Olive Gnats, a famous chaser from the Montrose Magpies.

"Oh, Gnats, I like her too—" he finds himself admitting before he can remind himself he hates you.

You startle and clutch your keychain, wanting to hide it from him but then you look down and then back up at James. "O-oh, yeah, she's my favorite player. Her technique is incomparable."

"Seen her match last year?"

"'Course," you say, your tone less on edge now that you're talking about something you clearly love, and the rambling you do so much kicks in, "I would watch her every game ever since I was six years old. Have around ten posters in my room at home, some are old now but—I- I studied her moves when I would play around with my mum and dad—they also played in school—that's how they met—" You cut yourself off, James's earlier taunts ringing in your head.

Your rambling is ignored as curiously overpowers him and James asks, "You have no siblings to play with?"

You shake your head. "Nope. Only child."

James's hazel eyes soften and he feels a funny feeling in his chest. "Oh, m-me too. Has its perks and its downfalls, y'know?" he whispers as he looks at you from the corner of his eye. His heart pounds.

The sun hits your skin just perfectly and your hair smells like cinnamon shampoo. James feels drawn to you again—just like he had in the beginning—and he wants to stop himself but when you laugh at his comment, he feels like an arrow has just shot his heart.

"Oh yeah, it certainly does," you sound guarded again and James can't even be upset.

It's his fault you're like this around him.

He opens the door for you when you enter Quality Quidditch Supplies and the little bell rings. Instantly, you're drawn to the newest broom—displayed with polished wood and improved flying qualities—but you turn your head, knowing instantly you can't pay for a broom like that—

"Hey, look at this one," James's excitement tugs at your heart and you walk over, standing beside him as you can't help but admire the broom up close. "It feels amazing," James says as he runs his hand over the smooth wood. He's grinning. "This is the one, isn't it?"

You bite your cheek. You want it to be.

"I don't know, I–haven't seen the others," you whisper, avoiding James's eyes.

"What? What are you talking about? This one is the best by far, you aren't gonna find a better broom."

"I want to look around," you whisper, looking at the price of this broom, and your heart sinks.

"Y/n, this is ridiculous—"

"James, stop," you snap, very clearly annoyed. You can't tell if he means well by being persistent since he's only just now started to show you any form of kindness and this still feels like some cruel joke he's playing on you.

"I can't pay for this one—and the truth is I can't pay for any of these so—I- I think—" you pause, clutching at your purse desperately as you hold in tears of embarrassment. "I should tell McGonagall I couldn't find a broom I liked and I'll borrow an older one from my parents—

—plus, if I buy this one you'll just have another reason to hate me," you finish.

Your words hit James hard as he takes in what you mean. Shame sneaks up on him instantly as he knows exactly why you would think that. It suddenly hits him just how threatened he's been and as silly as it sounds the only image in James's head is the disappointed look of his mother if she knew he had taken out his own insecurities on you.

If Euphemia Potter knew how much of a dick he's been to you, she'd be horrified.

He looks at you closely, taking in how embarrassed you look. During tense moments with his friends, Remus had sometimes told him he was a spoiled rich boy—unaware of real struggles — and he'd always brushed him off.

Only this time, he can't unhear Remus's jab as he realizes how foolish he had been to assume anything about you.

"Oh," he whispers.

You look away at the other brooms. "I- I honestly didn't realize how expensive new brooms are. My mum and dad had gotten the other one for my eleventh birthday—I should have been more careful—" You sound sad and James's heart sinks.

"Hey, listen, it's my fault your broom is broken. I- shouldn't have been so rough on you like I was. I'm sorry," he speaks up, sounding sincere and you look up at him, expecting a better explanation than that.

"It's no excuse but, the truth is, I was incredibly threatened by you. You're so good, better than me even, and I really want Captain so—"

"I don't want Captain," you say instantly. "I just wanted to be on the team—"

At that point, James remembers what you'd said that night when he was piss-drunk in the Common Room. 'I've always admired you during games.' It dawns on him that you just wanted him to like you and, instead, he'd gone and seen you as an enemy. His chest hurts.

He has never felt more like an ass than now.

"Okay, well, um," he whispers, rubbing his nape, "Let me make it up to you then. I'll buy you the broom." James means well, he truly does, but it only makes you feel more embarrassed and you shake your head.

"No. I don't need your pity," you say instantly as you stare at him, eyes narrowed.

"I'm not pitying you! I'm fixing my mistake," he exclaims, his voice strained.

You open your mouth to protest when he adds, "Please."

James looks determined as he rummages through his robes for any spare change he can use and then he curses. "Shit, I didn't bring enough money," he mumbles and lifts his head, looking up at you with his puppy-like brown eyes. "I promise I'll buy it for you, Y/n. Okay? I'll make this right," he adds again and your expression softens.

"Sure, James," you whisper, not entirely sure if you believe him.

* * *

He did buy you the broom.

James had it wrapped neatly with a small letter signed J.P accompanied with the words, "I'm sorry," scribbled onto the parchment.

Since that morning, he didn't ignore you anymore, he included you with the other teammates, and he played fair with you—even complimenting you sometimes. McGonagall had seen the change in dynamic and so had Ines, which she'd praised you both for.

"Good job, Y/l/n," Ines grins as she packs up her bags, "you and Potter seem to be getting on much better now." She winks and her comment passes over you as you focus on untying your ponytail, rubbing your scalp.

The rest of the team has fallen in front of you, laughing and chatting as they walk back to the dorm. You're lost in the moment, struggling with holding your bag as you run your hand in your hair, the tightness of the ponytail was causing you a headache.

Suddenly, you suddenly squeal when you almost trip over James—who had bent down to tie his shoes and had been separated from the group.

He grunts and stands up, turning around and catching your arm as he steadies you.

"Oh hey, Y/n," he grins, and then he glances at your poor bag hanging from your arm. Swiftly, he takes your bag and holds it over his other shoulder, not even commenting on the gesture.

"Want some company walking back to the Common Room?" he asks casually.

You blow some strands away from your eyes as you look up at him, grateful for the momentary relief from your bag as the pain in your scalp subsides.

"Sure," you say, reaching for your bag but James holds it up and away from you.

"Let me be a gentleman here," he teases.

You roll your eyes with no malice. "Hero complex much, Potter?"

He chuckles as you walk inside the school, side by side. James winks at you. "On the contrary, Y/l/n, I am the hero. Don't need a complex when you are one, y'know?"

You laugh, hearing the joking infliction in his voice as your heart feels lighter. Much to your better judgment, you've actually been enjoying James's company these last weeks, and talking to him alone like this has been even more fun. "I think you think much too highly of yourself, James." you tease him back.

"I am wounded, Y/n." He fakes hurt as he puts a hand over his heart.

"It's true is it not?" you say with a smirk and James narrows his eyes as you turn a corner, getting closer to the Common Room. You shrug, catching yourself. "Nothing wrong with some confidence."

James grins, his eyes sparkling playfully as he gently nudges your side with his elbow. "You could learn a few things from me, eh?"

You frown. "Are you saying I'm not confident?"

James hums, smirking, "'M just giving you some advice, love. You have the skills now, you gotta trust yourself." You both approach the entrance and you mutter the secret word to the Fat Lady Painting and the door cracks open. You push it further with your palm.

"Since when are you giving me Quidditch advice to make me better?"

James turns around once he's inside and hands you your bag. "Since I realized if you can't beat them, join them," he jokes with a smile, "We're a team now, Y/n. I know I was a real dick in the beginning, but I look out for my teammates. You're my teammate, so now I look after you."

Your shoulders relax and a small smile tugs your lips. "Thanks, James," you say honestly and rest your bag higher on your shoulder, tucking some hair behind your ear as you smooth the knots a little. "I really appreciate that."

"Anytime," James whispers as you walk up the stairs to the girl's dorm. Sirius whistles from where he's sitting on one of the couches, his head leaning against the armrest as he watches you and James. Once you disappear from view, James spins around, his eyes narrowing at his best friend.

Sirius winks and looks at James's sneakers. "This is the third time this week you've used that stupid shoelace excuse, Prongs. At this point, just stay back and ask her to walk with you, you chicken."

James's cheeks turn crimson and he walks over to shove Sirius, "Shut up."

Sirius just laughs loudly.

* * *

You've never felt so nervous in your life as you clutch the wood of your new, expensive, broom. The wind has picked up and everyone can tell the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor seekers are having a hard time finding the snitch. You're breathing heavily as you look around, seeing Maria—the third chaser—throw James the Quaffle.

James easily catches the Quaffle, avoiding the Ravenclaws on his right as he swoops lower. Your adrenaline is pumping and you think you know what he's doing. You hope. You fly closer and higher to the hoops, letting James know you're open.

Your memory flashes to the beginning when he wouldn't pass you the Quaffle under any circumstances, even if it cost the team the point. He can be so headstrong and your body is buzzing as you watch him closely.

What if he doesn't throw it to you? You have the perfect shot.

James looks at you from the corner of his eye, shoving a Ravenclaw with his shoulder to disorient them.

He could want the score for himself—but he's surrounded, he could miss.

The sound of the crowd is drowned out when you see his arm raise and he's communicating with his eyes. You nod, jumping into action as you fly closer and avoid the Ravenclaws as you catch the Quaffle and throw your arm back, throwing the Quaffle directly into the middle hoop.

Just as you score, Oliver—Ravenclaw's seeker—catches the snitch and the whistle blows. Gryffindor was leading already and you glance at the board. It didn't matter that Oliver caught the snitch, your goal had helped secure Gryffindor the win. Cheers erupt around you and you find yourself in a trance as your feet hit the ground and you clutch your broom.

"Y/n!" Someone calls your name as the ringing in your ears dies and you feel hands wrap around your waist, hoisting you up in the air as you twirl around. A gasp escapes your lips as you clutch onto the culprit's shoulder, the cheers continuing to echo around the pitch.

"You did so amazingly," James's excitement shines as he slowly lowers you back onto the ground, your chest brushing against his as your hands find themselves wrapped around his neck. You stare into his eyes, feeling his proximity and you suddenly feel warm and dizzy.

Has he always been this handsome?

"James." His name is the only thing your brain can think to say as he refuses to let you go. He also looks breathless and his cheeks have turned a faint shade of pink as his eyes roam over your features.

You want to tell him a thousand things. How good he was, how you're so happy the team won, how honored you are he trusted you enough to throw you the Quaffle to make the score. You want to ask if you were more confident this time and if he's noticed your effort—but instead, any attempt at words is drowned by his lips meeting yours.

You don't kiss him back for a moment, your hand faltering behind his neck as your fingers find the baby hairs on his nape. He feels so close and your lips part a little, kissing him back carefully as your eyes shut.

James's hands squeeze your waist and for a moment the crowd and the team are completely forgotten until James pulls away, and the sound of cheering returns as the realization of what happened dawns on you both.

"I'm sorry," James mutters, stepping away but he keeps a hand on you.

"You're sorry?" you ask, your voice small.

James hesitates, looking at you seriously and then he shakes his head. "No. I'm not sorry."

Your lips curl upwards and, still ignoring everyone around you, you pull him down by the collar of his shirt and kiss his lips again. James grins against your mouth, his heart thumps in his chest as all he can think about is you.

"Oi, no PDA on the pitch, you pervs!" Sirius's teasing voice suddenly shouts out from somewhere beside you but you're almost positive no one else is worried about you and James considering everyone's celebrating on their own.

James must feel the same because he throws up a middle finger with the hand that leaves your waist and you laugh into his mouth, reaching for his arm to stop him.

"Prick," James mutters to Sirius, "You're annoying," he adds with some playful bite.

He turns to you and his gaze softens. "But you're lovely," he whispers, earning him the prettiest smile he's ever seen and he's never been more proud.

tags: @mischievousmoony, @sayitlikethecheese

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demonpiratehuntress · 1 year ago

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gentleman

Roronoa Zoro x F!Reader

summary - after the events of Alabasta, everyone is unwinding in the different gendered baths. while the other men are quick to look over the wall, your boyfriend is much more respectful. until he gets to be alone with you in that bath, that is...

warnings - none, maybe slightly suggestive at the end but mostly fluff, may be errors since I'm writing this with a sprained wrist and my hand is not moving like it should

a/n: just a short fluffy drabble since i'm stunned that i have way too many angsty Zoro fics. also, this gif-

You barely turned around when you heard Nami yelling at the boys for trying to peek at her, Vivi and you. You just turned your head slightly, an amused smile on your lips as your body relaxed into the warm water, soothing your sore and aching muscles.

"Honestly! Zoro is the only one with any decency!"

You laughed at that, and then again when you heard groaning coming from the other side of the wall. It seemed they had all gotten a shock from her outburst and fell, which was well-deserved. Nami settled back into the bath with you and Vivi, grumbling about how annoying they were and threatening to hit all of them when you got back to the Going Merry. You and Vivi giggled, before resuming your conversation.

Much later, you were still soaking yourself in the water even though Nami and Vivi had long since left to go change. You wanted to stay a bit longer, enjoying the quiet. But seconds later, you suddenly felt arms around your waist, pulling you to a strong, hard chest. You smiled, not bothering to open your eyes.

"You were waiting for this, hmm?"

"Baths are always better with you," the swordsman mumbled into your neck, his touch sending pleasurable tingles down your spine.

"Nice to know you didn't look at the other girls while they were bathing," you teased him. "What a gentleman."

A soft kiss landed on your bare shoulder, "I'm not like that pervy cook. Or the rest of those perverts. Besides, I have no interest in seeing anyone but you naked."

His words made you shiver, and a blush crept onto your cheeks, "That-I-" You didn't know what to say, flustered beyond words.

He chuckled, gently grabbing your chin to turn your head so you could look at him, "My eyes are only ever on you." He enjoyed seeing you like this, he enjoyed watching you blush and stutter at his words, knowing only he could do this to you. "But I'm surprised Chopper tried to look."

"Sanji probably encouraged him," you giggled, leaning back against your boyfriend. He was right, the bath was so much better with him in it. His arms tightened around your waist again, and you hummed in satisfaction.

"I'm going to kill that stupid cook for looking at you like this," Zoro grumbled, annoyed that they had the nerve to try and see you bare - something only reserved for him.

You laughed and kissed his cheek, "I won't stop you. That was annoying."

He grinned devilishly, "Permission to hurt him? You must be in a good mood today."

"Well..." You shifted so you were now straddling him in the water, arms around his neck as you leaned in close. "I do feel very relaxed, but my mood is much improved thanks to you."

He smiled, and moved forward to connect your lips. Unlike your usual rushed, brief pecks during the heat of a battle or before one, this kiss was deep, slow, and long. He took his time to kiss you, hands gently massaging your waist, before he brought one of them up to rest on your cheek. This was a side of him rarely seen, because of the constant danger that you were always in, so you enjoyed these few and far between moments. He kissed you reverently, like this affectionate gesture was an act of worship, and to him it was. Because to him, you were a goddess. One that he would happily spend the rest of his life devoting his time and attention to.

"I love you."

His whispered confession caused butterflies to bloom in your gut, and a shy but loving smile to grace your lips. You trailed gentle and featherlight kisses along his shoulder, letting him relax and tilt his head back with closed eyes.

"I love you too."

Moments like these allowed Zoro to be truly vulnerable, something you both appreciated. You were happy that he felt safe enough with you to be vulnerable, to expose his deepest feelings and to just be him. Because he was always acting as the crew's valiant protector, a feat that honoured him but also left no space for him to care for himself. Until you came along.

"You're so beautiful."

You hadn't realised he'd opened his eyes again until you looked up from his shoulder and saw him staring at you. Love, admiration and awe filled his eyes, and a deep blush settled on your cheeks.

"I could say the same to you."

He hummed, but dismissed your comment, "I mean it. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Sometimes I think I'm dreaming." His hand returned to your cheek, this time to gently caress it.

You smiled, and leaned in to kiss him again, "Does this feel like a dream?"

He smiled against your lips, "No. Which only means I died and went to heaven."

You laughed, "I thought you didn't believe in that."

"Meeting you changed my mind."

Your heart thundered in your chest, your brain malfunctioning at such sweet words. You were left speechless, and he noticed, making him smirk cockily.

"Now who's making who speechless?"

"Still me making you speechless," you smiled mischievously, trailing your hands up his thick thighs. His breath hitched, and he let out a strangled half-gasp, half-moan when you reached exactly where he wanted you.

"Fuck."

"That's what I intend to do to you."

#one piece #op #zoro x reader #zoro x you #roronoa zoro #one piece x reader #one piece x you #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x you

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justarkive · 2 months ago

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TABLE 3 | JJK ch15

“For good service, and cute waitresses.”

pairing: pre!military jk x waitress/secret fuckbuddy!oc

warnings: profanity, angst, humour, fluff, celebrity au, idol!jungkook , mentions of other kpop groups/idols, inner conflict, insecurity,

chap contents: its fluffy at the start, jk tries to tell oc but it doesnt work out, ur so oblivious, kissies nd hugs, dinner w the parents (whoopsie) oc finds out FINALLY in the WORST way possible.

wc: not that long

this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!

taglist: @jenniebyrubies @dreamersparacosm @darklove2020 @rayyrayy10 @elinaki92 @alana4610

a/n: the chapter weve all been dreading is here </3, but anyways, how do u guys think it went? was it unexpected?? the next chapter will be way more angsty but i had to leave it onn a cliffhanger LOL. IM EXCITED TO PROGRESS BROOO IMMA START WRITING CH16LIKE RN. as always Ty for reading my loveliesssss

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The first thing Jungkook registers is warmth. Your warmth. The way you’re curled into him, breathing soft and steady, completely unaware of the weight pressing down on his chest.

He should get up.

That’s what he always does—slips out of bed before you wake, padding quietly to the kitchen to make breakfast. He loves seeing your half-asleep, delighted expression when you find food waiting for you. Loves the way you blink at him in surprise, like you still can’t believe he’s there.

But today… he doesn’t want to. Today, he wants to pretend. Just for a little while.

Before he inevitably has to wipe that smile off your face and tell you.

Before it’s the last time doing this with you.

Jungkook watches you, the way your lashes flutter against your cheek, how your lips part slightly with each exhale. His throat tightens at the thought that in three weeks, he won’t be here. He won’t wake up to this. Won’t wake up to you.

He nearly cries.

His head is propped against the pillow, warm, heavy eyes tracing over you as you breathe steadily beside him. The sheets have fallen just enough, exposing your bare legs, the curve of your thigh, the way your sweatshirt dwarfs you.

He swallows. Looks away.

God, he’s down bad.

But mostly, he’s endeared.

Because you’re so comfortable around him now. Now, you curl into him instinctively. Now, you leave your things in his bathroom without thinking.

Now, you make him feel like this is real.

Like you’re his.

He could stay like this all morning.

But then, you stir.

And before he can even think about it, he’s leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You groan.

Eyes still shut, you scrunch your nose. “Gross.”

Jungkook just grins.

“You love it.”

Your eyes flutter open, squinting up at him. “You’re so annoying.”

“You’re beautiful.”

You blink.

Then, your face heats, and you roll over, reaching for your phone.

Jungkook scoffs. “Wow. Ignored.”

You mumble something incoherent, already scrolling through your notifications.

And that’s when he realizes—this is the moment.

He should say it. Now.

Before breakfast, before the day starts, before he has a single chance to chicken out again.

So he clears his throat.

“I have something to—”

Ping.

You cut him off immediately.

“Oh my god, Nari texted me.”

Jungkook’s jaw clicks shut.

You sit up, eyes glued to your phone, grinning at the screen. “She woke up and immediately sent me, and I quote—‘Bitch, I had a dream that I got lost in Jungkook’s apartment. It was just endless hallways, and I couldn’t escape.’”

You snort, amused. Jungkook exhales, not amused.

But he doesn’t try again.

Not yet.

And then you move, shifting closer,nuzzling into his shoulder with a sleepy hum.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut.

You don’t notice how stiff he’s gone, don’t notice the way he bites the inside of his cheek just to keep it together. He’s never been good at this—holding back. He’s always been all in, always felt things too deeply. And right now, he feels like he’s breaking.

“I have something to tell you,” he murmurs. His voice is hoarse, unfamiliar even to himself.

You don’t hear the weight behind his words.

Your stomach rumbles and you giggle.

And just like that, the moment is gone.

Jungkook exhales, staring at the ceiling again, willing the burning in his eyes to disappear. You don’t notice. You’re too busy reading whatever nonsense Nari sent you, letting out a quiet laugh before typing back.

So he doesn’t say it.

Instead, he just watches you. Watches the way you stretch, the hem of your hoodie riding up your thighs as you move. Watches the way you rub at your eyes, still too sleepy to be fully coherent.

And when you start to sit up, he acts on impulse.

A firm arm wraps around your waist, tugging you back into him. You let out a small yelp, but he just buries his face in your neck, exhaling deeply.

“Mmm, stay longer,” he mutters, voice still thick with sleep.

You hesitate for only a second before melting into him, pressing your face into his chest. “You’re so clingy,” you tease, but your arms loop around him anyway.

“Yeah,” he admits easily. “I am.”

You don’t pull away. Neither does he.

You stay like that for what feels like forever, tangled together in a mess of sheets and sleepy warmth, neither of you in a rush to move.

Eventually, though, reality calls.

You get up first, dragging him to the bathroom where you both brush your teeth side by side. He watches in the mirror as you grumble about your bedhead, fighting with your hair while he stands there, letting the mundane normalcy of the moment soak into his bones.

It’s so unfair.

The two of you make your way to the kitchen next, where you start pulling out ingredients while Jungkook leans against the counter, watching.

“You gonna help, or just stand there looking pretty?” you ask, raising a brow.

Jungkook grins, pushing off the counter. “You think I’m pretty?”

“Oh my god, shut up,” you groan, smacking his arm with a spatula.

He laughs, dodging your half-hearted attack before reaching for the eggs. You cook together, bickering playfully the whole time—him attempting to take over, you pushing him aside with a dramatic sigh of exasperation.

Jungkook had planned to say it during breakfast.

It was perfect—just the two of you, sleepy and slow, in his kitchen.

He imagined it before you woke up: Standing beside you, cooking together, stealing little kisses, pretending you’re dating for real.

But he can’t get a damn word in.

Because today, of all days, you are so chatty.

Like, more than usual.

“Did you see that video I sent you the other night?” you ask, flipping through your phone as you sit on the counter, giving up helping him, legs swinging. “The one of that guy falling off the treadmill? It made me think of you.”

Jungkook—who currently has taken over with the breakfast, thank you very much—pauses.

“Excuse me?”

You smirk. “I feel like you would fall off a treadmill.”

Jungkook scoffs, placing eggs on a plate. “I am literally one of the most physically fit people you know.”

You tilt your head. “And?”

“…And I don’t fall off treadmills.”

“Not yet.”

He glares. You grin.

But again—he hesitates.

He should just say it.

He opens his mouth—

“Oh, wait, also—” You cut in again, oblivious to his crisis.

And just like that, he misses his chance.

Again.

Because you don’t stop.

You ramble about your weird customers at work, about how Nari got hit on by a drunk guy at the diner, about how you’re craving something sweet, maybe pancakes, but not the diner’s pancakes, because they taste like sadness.

And Jungkook just—listens.

Because he can’t help it.

Because he loves listening to you talk.

Even when it’s keeping him from saying what he needs to say.

Even when he’s running out of time.

Jungkook gives up.

For now.

You’re too happy, too talkative, and every time he tries to squeeze in a serious conversation, you effortlessly derail it with another story, another joke, another distraction.

And honestly?

He doesn’t even mind.

——

The food turns out better than expected. You both sit down at the table, and for a moment, it’s perfect.

Too perfect.

He needs to say it.

He needs to tell you.

“Hey…” Jungkook starts, but you’re already cutting him off, rambling about something completely unrelated. He tries again, but every time, you interrupt yourself with another tangent.

He doesn’t mind.

Loves the way you talk, loves the way your thoughts jump from one thing to the next without warning. He lets you go on, a soft smile playing on his lips, even as his chest feels heavier with every passing second.

“That was good, huh?” he says, nodding toward the empty plates.

You hum, licking sauce off your thumb. “I give it a solid 8.5 out of 10.”

Jungkook gapes.

“Excuse me?”

You shrug, smug. “Points deducted for lack of pancakes.”

Jungkook scoffs. “You said diner pancakes taste like sadness!”

“Not homemade pancakes.”

He narrows his eyes at you, shaking his head as he stands up to collect the dishes. “Ungrateful.”

You just grin, watching as he rinses the plates before stacking them in the sink.

“Oh, my parents are coming to visit tonight.”

Jungkook blinks. “Wait, what?”

You glance up at him, sipping your juice. “Yeah. They’re in town for the weekend, so I’m gonna have dinner with them tonight.”

“Oh.” He pauses. “So you’re going home?”

“Yeah.” You shoot him a look. “Why? You sad about it?”

He doesn’t answer fast enough.

“Oh my god, you’re so clingy,” you tease, kicking his foot.

Jungkook exhales a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, I am.” He rolls his eyes, walking past you—until you reach out and grab his wrist.

“Then come.”

Jungkook freezes.

His head turns so fast you almost laugh. “What?”

“Come meet them,” you say simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “My mom would love you.”

Jungkook stares.

He expected you to laugh it off. To tease him for even suggesting it.

But instead— Instead, you’re serious.

You actually want him to come.

And suddenly, the weight of his secret comes crashing down on him all over again.

He shouldn’t do this.

He shouldn’t pretend like this is normal. He shouldn’t accept this invitation, knowing full well he’s about to destroy everything you think this is.

But—

The way you’re looking at him right now—

Soft. Open. Like you trust him.

And fuck, he doesn’t want to let you down.

So he forces a grin, nudging your knee with his.

“Is this it?” he teases. “The meet-the-parents moment? Should I bring flowers? Shake your dad’s hand like a man?”

You laugh.

But he’s not laughing.

Because meeting your parents means something.

It means you see him in your life for real.

And he—he won’t even be here in three weeks.

But instead of saying that, instead of being honest, he just smiles, leans closer, and murmurs, “Your mom’s gonna love me.”

You grin. “That’s what I said.”

And just like that—he’s agreed to come.

Even though he shouldn’t.

Even though he knows this is going to make everything so much worse.

But for now, he lets himself have this.

Because if this is all he gets before everything falls apart—

He wants to make it count.

——

You get dressed in what you came in—your hoodie and sweatpants, both slightly wrinkled from sleep. Jungkook watches from his place on the bed, hands behind his head, eyes hooded as you gather your things.

“You’re just gonna leave like that?” he asks, voice still thick from the morning.

You shoot him a look. “What’s wrong with this?”

He shrugs. “Nothing, just… thought you’d wanna freshen up before you go.”

You narrow your eyes. “You just want me to shower here.”

He doesn’t deny it. Just tilts his head, smirking.

Ten minutes later, you’re in his bathroom, sharing a toothbrush holder with him like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

The shower is familiar—you blush from the memories of it last night. You bicker over water temperature, flick suds at each other when you think he’s not looking. He kisses your wet shoulder at one point, and you shove him away, half-laughing, half-exasperated.

After, when you’re brushing your teeth again, you leave your toothbrush in its usual place next to his. He doesn’t say anything about it, but he stares for a beat too long, something unreadable in his gaze before he looks away.

And then comes the usual argument.

“I’ll take the bus,” you insist, slipping on your sneakers.

Jungkook snorts. “No, you won’t.”

“Yes, I will.”

“No, you won’t.” He’s already grabbing his keys, like he knows he’s won this fight before it’s even started.

You groan. “Jungkook, you don’t have to drive me—”

“I want to drive you,” he says simply, holding the door open for you. “Get in the car, baby.”

You grumble under your breath, but ultimately, you do.

The drive home is quiet, comfortable. His hand rests on your thigh absentmindedly, thumb brushing over your legs. You watch the city pass by through the window, messaging Nari a quick otw home, mom n dad r coming later text before tucking your phone away.

When you pull up to your apartment, he turns to you. “Text me what time I should come later.”

“I will.”

Jungkook leans in, kissing you slow, like he’s savoring it. You don’t question it, just press into him, fingers curling around the collar of his hoodie.

You pull away first. “See you later?”

He nods, lips still slightly parted. “Yeah.”

And then you’re out of the car, climbing the stairs to your apartment.

——

You expect Nari to be dead asleep when you walk in.

She’s been knocked out for the past two days, after all, barely responding to texts, dead in your bed from your hell sent night shift, only waking up for food and bathroom breaks.

But instead, you step into the apartment and—

“YOU’RE BACK!”

You startle, nearly dropping your bag.

Nari is sprawled out on the couch, bright-eyed and looking suspiciously well-rested.

You blink. “Weren’t you, like…dead?”

“I wasn’t dead, I was recovering,” she corrects, stretching like a cat. “I had a very intense weekend, okay? I deserved to sleep like I was in a coma.”

You roll your eyes, kicking off your shoes. “Sure. So, what? You just woke up?”

“Mmm…” She pretends to think. “Like, an hour ago.”

You squint at her. “So you were only asleep for, like, half of the past two days?”

“Correct.”

“And what did you do for the other half?”

“Laid here. Watched TikToks. Waited for you to come back and tell me everything.”

You snort, flopping onto the couch beside her.

She immediately grins, wiggling her eyebrows. “Sooo… How was it?”

You raise a brow. “What? Breakfast? My drive home? Be specific.”

“Bitch.” She glares. “You know exactly what I mean.”

You laugh, leaning back. “It was… good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah. Good.”

She narrows her eyes.

Then—her expression shifts, turns cheeky.

“Did you guys have another round this morning?”

Your jaw drops. “NARI—”

“WHAT?” She cackles. “It’s a valid question! I mean, he sounded like he was gonna eat you alive over text last night!”

You groan, covering your face. “Oh my god.”

She nudges your leg. “So? Did you?”

“NO.”

She squints. “Damn. Missed opportunity.”

You throw a pillow at her.

She wheezes.

“Bitch, we need to clean.”

You blink. “Not tired anymore?”

“Yeah, but I’m wide awake now,” she says, already yanking a pile of laundry off the couch. “I miss your mom. I can’t wait to see her. This place is a disaster.”

“Who said you were staying?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

“Me,” Nari says, completely serious.

You roll your eyes, but you don’t fight her on it. Instead, you both spend the next couple of hours speed-cleaning, stuffing random things into closets, wiping down every surface. The place looks clean, even if it’s mostly an illusion.

Then comes the cooking.

You find a recipe for roasted chicken, following a tutorial step-by-step. It seems easy enough—until the kitchen fills with smoke, and the chicken looks questionable at best.

“It said 400 degrees for 20 minutes, how is it still raw?!”

“Did we even preheat it?”

“Oh my God, Nari.”

You and Nari are standing in the kitchen, staring at the baking sheet in horror. The chicken you so proudly marinated is still looking suspiciously pale.

Your kitchen looks like a warzone. Flour on the counter. Herbs spilled. Something is burning, but neither of you know what.

Somewhere along the way, the sauce burns, the seasoning is questionable at best, and the chicken looks vaguely threatening.

At one point, you both step back and stare at it.

Then, at the same time—

“Yeah, we can’t serve that.”

You groan, wiping your hands on a towel. “I need to run to the store.”

“Want me to come?”

“Nah, stay here. Keep an eye on things.”

Nari salutes. “Aye aye, captain.”

And with that, you grab your jacket and head out.

——

You smooth down your sweater, taking a deep breath before opening the door.

When you return, bags in hand, you expect to just see Nari lounging around.

But instead—

Jungkook is there.

Already inside, casually chatting with Nari like he owns the place.

The second he sees you, he grins.

You roll your eyes. “You’re early.”

“You sound upset.” He steps forward, taking the bags from your hands like it’s second nature.

“Because I am.”

He laughs, setting the bags down before tugging you in for a quick kiss.

It’s warm, familiar, and despite your fake complaining, you let yourself melt into it.

Nari watches, arms crossed. “Ugh. You guys are gross.”

Jungkook pulls away just enough to smirk. “Jealous?”

“Of you? No. Of Y/N? Absolutely.”

Jungkook snorts, and you just shake your head, smiling.

For a moment, it’s perfect.

For a moment, you think tonight will be fine.

And then you freeze.

“…Did you cut your hair?”

Jungkook stands there, hands in his pockets, hair shorter than before. It’s not buzzed, but the longer strands are gone, leaving it neater, more structured.

He runs a hand through it. “Yeah. I… have a shoot coming up.”

You tilt your head, inspecting him. “You look good, but… I kinda liked the mullet.”

He snorts. “Did you?”

You nod. “It was hot.”

He doesn’t say anything, just smiles, but there’s something off about it. Like he’s holding something back.

Because he is.

Because he knows this isn’t for a shoot.

Because in a few weeks, it’s all coming off.

But not tonight.

Tonight, he just lets you pull him towards you, lets you run your fingers through his hair, lets himself enjoy this moment.

Even if he knows it’s borrowed time.

——

The three of you are sprawled out in the living room, waiting.

Jungkook is beside you on the couch, lazily letting you run your fingers through his freshly cut hair while he scrolls through his phone. Nari, on the other hand, is laser-focused on the chicken.

You don’t miss the way she keeps side-eyeing it like it might disappear if she blinks too long.

“Nari, stop eyeing the chicken,” you deadpan, flicking her arm.

She groans dramatically. “But I’m starving—just one bite?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

She makes a whining sound, but you stand firm. Meanwhile, Jungkook is just watching the whole interaction, shaking with laughter, like this is peak entertainment.

“You two are unreal,” he mutters, grinning.

And then there’s a knock at the door.

You immediately straighten up, running your hands over your sweater as if there’s invisible dust to wipe off. Nari lets out an excited gasp.

“Oh my god, yes,” she whispers, giddy.

Jungkook, however, noticeably stiffens. His fingers twitch against his thigh, and when you glance at him, you catch the way his jaw flexes.

You reach for his hand, squeezing lightly. “You’ll be fine,” you reassure him. “I promise she’ll love you. They’ll both love you. But… just a warning, they’re very energetic.”

“Very energetic,” Nari adds. “Now hurry up and open the door before they break it down.”

You roll your eyes but step forward, unlocking it.

Your parents arrived late, obviously.

And they do so with energy.

Your mom practically bursts into the apartment, already talking.

“Y/N! Oh my god, we hit so much traffic—your father missed the exit—oh, honey, come here, let me see you.”

You barely get a word in before she’s already hugging you, pulling back to hold your face between her hands.

“Hi, Mom,” you laugh, hugging her back.

She pulls away to cup your face, eyes scanning you like she’s checking for signs of distress. “How are you? You look so pretty! Have you been eating well? Are you sleeping enough?”

Behind her, your dad is eyeing the situation with a small smirk. “Yeah, hi to you too,” he says, voice dry but amused.

“Hi, Dad.”

You barely get the words out before your mom moves on, immediately turning her attention to Nari with an excited gasp.

“Oh my god, Nari! Look at you, gorgeous as ever—come here, let me see you!”

And just like that, you’re shoved aside.

Nari giggles, soaking up the attention like a sponge, while you turn to your dad. He gives you a knowing look before pulling you into a quick hug.

“Surviving?” he asks.

“Barely,” you deadpan.

He huffs out a chuckle. But before either of you can say more, your mom’s voice cuts through the room like a siren.

“Oh, my daughter in law! You look so good! Have you been eating? You’re glowing!”

“Mom.”

“Oh, hush. If I had a son, I’d marry him off to Nari immediately.”

Nari grins, dramatically flipping her hair. “You hear that, Y/N? Your mom has taste.”

Then—your mom turns and sees Jungkook.

And oh. Oh, Lord.

Her hands fly to her chest.

“Oh my goodness.”

Jungkook blinks, startled.

Your dad lets out an approving hum, arms crossed, nodding slowly, as if analyzing Jungkook’s existence.

“So this is him, huh? The singer boy?”

Jungkook laughs nervously. “Uh—yeah. Hi.”

Your mom immediately grabs his hands, beaming.

“You are so handsome! Look at you! Wow, Sweetie, you didn’t tell me he was this gorgeous in person!”

Jungkook’s ears turn red.

Nari, watching from behind, cackles. “Oh my God.”

Your mom ignores her.

“Oh, sweetie, you must be tired. Are you eating well? Do you need anything? Can I get you something?”

Your dad claps him on the back. “Strong handshake. I respect that.”

Jungkook is getting smothered.

You just stand there, watching, amused, arms crossed, letting him suffer.

Then, finally, your mom turns back to you.

“Alright, let’s eat! I’m starving. And I brought real food, don’t worry.”

You don’t question how she knows youd fuck up the food.

Nari snorts. “Yeah, thank God.”

And just like that, your parents have fully claimed Jungkook as their own.

Nari and your mom settle at the table, chatting away like old friends, while your dad stays standing, arms crossed as he eyes the chicken suspiciously.

Meanwhile, you’re in the kitchen with your mom, helping her unpack the food she thankfully brought.

“Sweetheart,” she suddenly sniffs, “it smells like smoke in here.”

You freeze for half a second before continuing to open containers. “Huh?”

She gives you a look. “Did you burn something?”

“Yeah. No. Yeah. Yeah, Mom.”

She sighs, clearly so used to this. “Good thing I brought food, then.”

You nod, relieved.

As you both carry the dishes to the table, Jungkook instinctively gets up to help. But the second he moves, your mom waves him off.

“Oh no, no, no, sit down, sit down, relax.”

Jungkook hesitates. “Uh… no, I’ll help.”

“Really, I—”

“I insist,” he says, already reaching for a dish.

Your mom pauses, then huffs out a chuckle. “Oh, alright then. What a gentleman.”

Meanwhile, Nari—who has been waiting for this moment—immediately lunges for the chicken.

She does not hesitate.

It’s like she hasn’t eaten in weeks—just shoveling food onto her plate like a woman possessed.

“Jesus, Nari,” you mutter, watching in horror. “Pace yourself.”

She barely acknowledges you, already halfway through her first bite. “I told you I was starving.”

Jungkook chuckles, finally seeming to relax as he takes a bite of his own food. There’s still a bit of nervous energy in his shoulders, but it’s nowhere near as tense as before.

As the dinner settles into an easy flow, your mom and Nari fall into conversation, as they always do.

“Nari, what happened to that boy you were talking to?” your mom asks mid-bite. “Do you have a boyfriend yet?”

Nari immediately launches into a dramatic rant about Men and Their Many Flaws, and your mom nods along, engaged as ever. They have a weirdly close bond—it’s been that way for years.

Meanwhile, your dad turns to Jungkook.

“So,” he says, eyes flicking to Jungkook’s arm. “Did your tattoos hurt?”

Jungkook blinks, glancing down at the ink covering his skin. Then he shrugs, casual. “A little.”

Your dad hums, contemplating. “I wanna get one.”

Jungkook perks up. “Oh yeah? What are you thinking of getting?”

Before your dad can answer, you cut in.

“Dad, you’d cry the second the needle touched your skin.”

Your dad scoffs, affronted. “No, I wouldn’t.”

“Yes, you would.”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“I literally saw you tear up when you stubbed your toe last time we had dinner.”

“That was different!”

Jungkook is trying so hard not to laugh.

“I’m big and tough, just like Jungkook,” your dad insists, puffing out his chest.

“Sure,” you deadpan.

Your mom, barely paying attention, waves a hand. “Anyway—”

And then, suddenly, all eyes are on Jungkook.

“So,” your mom says, tilting her head, “how did you two meet?”

Jungkook blinks, clearly not expecting to be put on the spot. But after a moment, he smiles. “At the diner.”

“Oh my god,” Nari suddenly cuts in, turning to your mom. “Did you know Y/N didn’t even realize who he was at first?”

Your mom, still eating, barely reacts. “Oh, I’m not surprised,” she says, waving her fork. “She was never really into that kind of stuff.”

Jungkook laughs, glancing at you.

Your mom, however, suddenly gasps.

“Oh, Jungkook—you should meet her cousin. She is obsessed with you.”

You groan. “Who?”

“No, really! Albums, posters—your face is everywhere in her room!”

Jungkook’s eyebrows lift in amusement. “Oh yeah?”

You sigh. “Yeah, I know. She’s obsessed.”

Jungkook grins. “Next time, bring something and I’ll sign it for her.”

Your mom gasps. “Oh my god honey, she would die.”

Your dad, who has been quietly observing this whole thing, suddenly leans back with a smirk. “Alright, son,” he says, “I like you.”

And just like that—Jungkook is in.

Before you even realize it, half the chicken is gone.

You glance over at Nari—and yeah.

It was her.

Your parents immediately notice.

“Oh, sweetie,” your mom coos, pushing her plate toward Nari. “You must still be so hungry. Here, have some of mine.”

Your dad follows suit, sliding his dish over. “Yeah, come on. Eat up.”

Nari stares at them in horror.

Because, in reality, she is stuffed. Absolutely miserable. But she’s also too deep in the bit to stop now.

So she swallows thickly, nods, and—forces another bite.

You watch in pure amusement as she struggles, her expression slightly green, but still determined.

Jungkook notices too, chuckling quietly.

Then—your mom leans in, casual as ever, and asks:

“So, Jungkook.”

Jungkook looks up. “Yes?”

She smirks. “Are you in love with my daughter?”

You nearly choke.

Jungkook freezes, caught so off guard that he blinks—mouth slightly open.

Your dad, on the other hand, grins, immediately jumping in to tease.

“I don’t know how you could be,” he says, shaking his head dramatically. “She burned the chicken.”

You gasp. “How did you know?”

Nari, still trying not to die from fullness, weakly raises a hand. “It’s… pretty obvious,” she mutters.

Your dad cackles.

Jungkook, still flustered from the question, simply shakes his head with a small laugh, covering his mouth.

The conversation continues on—shifting topics, flowing naturally, Jungkook settling even more into the comfortable chaos of your family.

Then, out of nowhere, your mom casually says—

“Honey, did you know your cousin finished his enlistment last week?”

You blink. “Who?”

“Your cousin. He just got discharged.”

“Oh.” You nod, remembering. “Yeah, Mom. I miss him. We should visit sometime.”

Your dad hums. “We definitely will. He’s not busy anymore.”

Jungkook listens quietly, still chewing—but then—

Your mom turns to him.

And she asks—so casual, so normal—

“Jungkook, honey. When will you be enlisting?”

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lordprettyflackotara · 4 months ago

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Hey Tara, could you do some Toby fluff? Like, specifically a fempov after a nasty breakup...??? Sorry for the weird request ik you usually do smut but I love your style and need some sort of comfort after my boyfriend left me, even if it is just a fictional character... Love you ❤️

-🫀

crown || ticci toby

‘wait, you can’t please everybody’

sum: after a messy breakup you’re undeniably heartbroken and toby wants to make you feel better

tw: unintentionally a little angsty but mostly fluff

a/n: my dearest anon, i am so sorry i just now saw your request. i hope this is not too late and hopefully helps you navigate through your journey and makes you feel a little better. i went through a messy breakup around christmas as well and feel like this resonates with me as well. i’m not the best at writing fluff but i tried, i hope you enjoy and are doing well <3

“I-I found you!”

You could hear that Toby was excited, even as your back was turned to him. You had been curled up in a ball for the past hour, hiding in the attic of the mansion. Dust covered boxes were scattered around the room, your small form perched beside the oval window. You didn’t say anything, unable to match Toby’s typical perky energy. Your knees were tucked to your chest, your gaze settled on the grass outside.

Toby frowned slightly at your lack of a response, the young proxy walking around one of the boxes. “Hey, y-you good?” He asked unsurely. Toby wasn’t good at handling negative emotions, or so he thought. The moonlight gave him a good look at your face, which made his eyes go wide. Bags hung under your eyes, your lips chapped so much they were becoming cracked. Your eyes were undeniably puffy, which he suspected to be from hours of crying. He approached you quickly, squatting down in front of you. He shoved his orange goggles onto his head, licking his own dry lips.

“T-Talk to m-me, what’s wrong?”

The concern lacing Toby’s words was almost enough to send you over the edge again. You inhaled, trying to refrain from more salty tears from escaping your waterline.

“We didn’t workout.”

Your words hung heavy in the air, your ex boyfriend’s name on the tip of your tongue. It felt odd to think about, nevertheless say out loud. Toby’s brain instantly clicked, his bandaged hand reaching out to touch yours. “That’s a g-good thing though r-right? Wasn’t he an asshole towards t-the end anyways?” He asked unsurely. Your eyes were sharp as you met his puppy dog gaze, your flicker of anger immediately diminishing. Instead you took a deep breath, realizing how irrational your scattered emotions were.

In through your nose, out through your mouth.

“It’s not that simple. You don’t know, how horrid the actual breakup was. It was like, the shell of the person I used to know. The man I used to know vanished right before my eyes and got replaced with whatever the fuck he is now,” You rambled. You could feel yourself getting worked up, Toby’s eyes softening as he looked up at you. “I spent so much time, so much time with him and now it’s wasted. Gone. Like it meant nothing at all to him, but it meant everything to me,” You continued. Tears flooded your waterline with ease, painful flashes of memories appearing in your mind. You bit your bottom lip, attempting to stop the tears from flowing. “And I don’t know how i’m supposed to do this. How i’m supposed to waltz around like I know what i’m doing. He was my rock and now he’s gone. It’s like he was never here and I feel like i’m going insane,” You whimpered lowly, unable to stop the tears from free falling.

Toby was never good with dealing with heavy human emotions. Most of the time the responsibility of handling them was handled by someone else in the mansion. But you were the apple of his eye, one his favorite people to walk the planet. So instead he tuned into his instincts, hoping that what he was about to do was even semi socially appropriate. He rose to his feet, sitting across from you on the bench built into the large window. Stretching his long arms outwards he wrapped them around you, pulling you against him abruptly. You tensed for a moment, feeling Toby hold you so close. It wasn’t until your brain registered his warmth and earthy scent that you finally allowed yourself to crumble.

You felt like your lungs were going to collapse, your breath shallow as you nuzzled your face into his chest. Your chest felt tight, your sobs muffled as you cried into his signature jacket. Your soft sounds only made him hold you tighter, the brunette careful to not squeeze you too hard. Toby swallowed, bringing his slender fingers to your hair. Unsurely, he began to stroke it, hoping it would bring you some sort of ease. He continued these actions until you had no tears left to cry, your wheezing now simmering down to deep breaths. “I’m s-sorry I don’t h-have the inhaler,” Toby apologized, regretting leaving it with Tim. (It was in fact Tim’s inhaler).

His sudden outburst made you chuckle, even as a few more stray tears slid down your cheeks. You pulled back a few inches, just enough for Toby to see your face. He didn’t like seeing you like this, so hurt. Without thinking he raised his hand, fingertips grazing your cheek as he tucked some stray hairs behind your ear. “F-Fuck him, you’re the important one, y-you’re the one,” Toby said as confidently as he could muster. You knew his words meant well, even if they didn’t come out the way he meant for them to. He used the pad of his thumb to swipe away the few remaining tears, cupping your cheeks. Your eyes fluttered closed, your face relaxing in the palms of his hands.

Social constructs were a mystery to Toby, truthfully. But he knew in this moment to do what he thought was best. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He ignored any emotion he felt towards the gesture, his attention completely centralized on you. “Y-You know i’m not the b-b-best with words, but I p-promise everything’s gonna be okay,” He mumbled, his chocolate eyes filled with worry as he tried to catch your gaze. Your glassy eyes eventually met his, your bottom lip trembling as you confessed, “He’s the one who left me, Toby.”

You might as well have shot him dead then and there. Toby couldn’t feel pain, due to a list of neurological disorders he couldn’t bother to remember. But he knew for a fact he felt a pang of despair mixed with anger thud in his chest. “P-Piece of shit,” He grumbled, his hands still cupping your cheeks. The animalistic side of Toby wanted to find him, to make him hurt for causing you so much pain. But the soft look in your eyes, the way you were borderline clinging to him, made those thoughts evaporate. You came first. You needed him. You needed Toby more than you needed anyone. Swallowing thickly Toby tilted your head upwards, forcing you to look at him.

“You’re b-better off without him, alright? I never liked him anyways,” Toby started. Maybe this wasn’t the correct way to comfort someone, maybe he should try a different route instead of spewing insults. He dug into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small joint. “It’s n-not much but, we can s-smoke and talk about it,” He offered. This made a sad smile creep up your lips, your hands moving to open the window. “I think i’d like that Toby,” You agreed. You both readjusted in your seats, turning to face the window. Toby admired the moon as you took the joint between your lips, sparking the lighter. Again, social constructs were foreign to him. But as he threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer, he got the sense he made the right decision.

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monzabee · 9 months ago

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prison for life - mv1

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Summary: The one where if anybody hurts you, Max is going to prison for life.

Pairing: max verstappen x pregnant!reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy, mentions of throwing up, cursing, kinda angsty in some places, jos verstappen

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If you would have to choose a word to describe Max, it would be ‘overprotective’, because that’s what he is. It’s not a bad thing, per say. He isn’t overbearing or controlling at all, but he is simply overprotective. And if you thought he was overprotective when the two of you were dating or when you first got married, you have to admit that you were not, at all, prepared for his protectiveness when you told him that you were pregnant. Apart from his initial meltdown over becoming a dad, or rather becoming like his own father, Max has been pretty chill about the whole thing – with the exception being your safety, of course. The underlying problem isn’t the fact that you’re some sort of daredevil because you’re not, the problem is the fact that Max believes that everything is out to get you.

The olives you wanted to eat for breakfast? Choking hazard.

The candles you bought for the living room (to be purely decorative, but still)? Fire hazard.

The pool lounger Victoria thought would be a cute addition to the pool? Drowning hazard.

The seatbelt in his car that is surprisingly tight? Could be all three, according to Max, given the right (or wrong) circumstances.

So, yeah, maybe he wasn’t that scared of becoming a dad, but he was surely scared of you being in danger. That’s why you agreed to stay back for the most races this year – you knew he didn’t need to worry about you or your baby’s safety on top of the stress he had to deal with during the usual racing weekend. That was until you realised how much you would miss your boyfriend after almost a month of not seeing him due to a triple header. And so, you did the thing any person with a common sense would do – flying out to see him without telling him beforehand, because what’s the fun in that?

The sheer look of shock on his face might be the funniest thing you’ve ever seen when you meet him in his driver’s room, but of course Max doesn’t share the same sentiment as you. Because all he chooses to focus is the fact that you were on a plane – a 0.23% risk out of very 7.7 million flights each year, but still. He spends at least half an hour, just checking you over and assuring himself that you and the baby are fine; at some point he decides that you need to go to the nearest hospital to get an ultrasound just to make sure the baby is okay, but you tell him to fuck off and calm his tits down in the kindest way possible. And that’s how the two of you end up on the small couch in his driver’s room, with his arms around you as you lay between his legs, his hands splayed on the swell of your stomach as he caresses the skin through the fabric of your dress. His voice is low as he tells you about his day, mostly media duties since it is only Thursday, and how he thinks putting a cat tree in the nursery is a bad idea (that was your idea initially, but you can see how having two rumbunctious cats hang out in the nursery could cause problems).

“I also thought about something else,” he mumbles, suddenly busying himself with the flower pattern of your dress instead of looking at you.

You raise your brows slightly, motioning him to continue, but let out a huff when he doesn’t do so right away. “Come on,” you whine softly, “tell me what it is Maxie.”

“I don’t want him to get into karting.” His words are soft, mumbled, and most definitely final. You know how Max can be when he puts his mind into it, and this particular topic has been a discussion in your household ever since the two of you found out that you were having a boy. “I don’t want him to go through what I went through.”

Letting out a soft exhale, you motion Max to six next to you on the couch. “He won’t,” you assure him, voice soft as you give pleading looks at him, “you’re not your father, Max.” He gives you a look that basically begs for you to not dwell on the topic, but you continue despite the look he gives you, “And what if he wants to get into karting? Are you going to tell him no?”

Max tries his best to ignore the knowing look you give him, knowing very well that he won’t be able to ever say ‘no’ to his son, who already has him wrapped around his finger. “I might do that, you never know.” He grumbles, hiding his face in your hair – though the soft giggles coming from you manages to put a soft smile on his face. “You’re supposed to agree with me, you know, we have to be a united front.”

“We’ll discuss it when the baby comes, until then, I’ll be the voice of reason.” You emphasise, poking him at his bicep to convey your point. “You feel better now?”

“Kinda,” he murmurs, leaving small kisses onto the exposed skin of your shoulder as he keeps on murmuring against your skin, “I would feel better if I knew you stayed in bed all day, relaxing.”

With that, you choke a loud laugh, and motion him to stand up as you try to do it yourself – though, of course, he has to help with the baby bump being in the way of you doing any sort of physical activity. “You’re funny, let’s go get me ice cream.”

The only response you get back is a confused look from your husband, his head tilted to the side as he eyes you warily. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Um, excuse me?” You raise an eyebrow, “Your son,” pointing to your stomach, you emphasise your words, “is craving ice cream right now.”

Max’s eyes soften instantly, and a smile creeps across his face. He nods, taking your hand gently as he helps you up. “Well, if my son wants ice cream, then ice cream he shall have.”

You giggle as you both make your way out of the driver’s room, Max's hand never leaving yours. The paddock is bustling with activity, but for a moment, it feels like it's just the two of you, cocooned in your little world. As you approach the nearest concession stand, Max’s protective instincts kick in once again. “Is this ice cream stand safe? How long have they been here? Do they have the proper health certifications?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Max, it’s ice cream, not a five-course meal. I’m sure it’s fine.” He sighs but nods, deciding to trust your judgment. After all, you did manage to fly all the way here without incident and somehow alerting him. You both get a generous serving of your favourite flavours, and as you sit down to enjoy your treat, you feel a sense of normalcy and contentment wash over you.

Max watches you with a tender expression, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and worry. “I know I can be overprotective,” he says softly, reaching out to brush a stray hair from your face, “but it’s only because I love you so much.”

You smile, leaning into his touch. “I know, Max. And I love you too. But sometimes, you need to trust that everything will be okay. We’ll figure things out together, just like we always do.”

He nods, his gaze shifting to your belly. “You’re right. I guess I need to talk to my mom.”

“Why?” You ask, tilting your head to the side in curiosity.

“Well, she promised me she’d look after you but you’re here, so I think we need to have a talk about not keeping secrets from each other.” He mumbles, dragging a hand down his face.

You laugh, nudging him playfully. “Oh, Maxie, who do you think helped me with my bags at the airport? Your mom is unsurprisingly a strong woman.”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “I should’ve known better than to think you’d stay put for a whole month.” He sighs, but there’s a smile playing on his lips. “Alright, but next time, at least let me know you’re planning something. My heart can only take so much.”

Max feels a lot better after tricking you with ice-cream into at least staying put withing the Red Bull hospitality for the day as he gets through his media duties. Max feels a lot better after tricking you with ice cream into at least staying put within the Red Bull hospitality for the day as he gets through his media duties. He periodically checks in, making sure you're comfortable and well-fed. Each time he sneaks a glance your way, you catch him with a knowing smile and a roll of your eyes, and he returns it with a wink. He knows that there is absolutely no reason for him to be checking on you as much as he does, because you’ll be fine in the cool hospitality suite with enough water to keep you hydrated for years, but he can’t help but worry about anything and everything going wrong. And his worries prove to be true when he sees the one person who he definitely doesn’t want around you.

“What are you doing here?” He asks the approaching figure, “I thought you were not going to be coming to this race but the next one.”

“Given the drop in your performance in the last few races I thought I should be here for... support.” His dad supplies, eyes finding you behind his son’s back on one of the couches in the hospitality, “And I can see the reason for why you’ve been distracted lately, what is she doing here?”

Max scoffs, crossing his arms on his chest protectively, “She’s my wife, she is more than welcome to be here.”

“She’s also a distraction, Max,” his father points out, “you’re going to lose your focus if you keep–”

Since Max is faster than his father where it matters the most, he cuts him off before he can say anything further. “Leave, I don’t want you here.”

Max’s father looks taken aback, his eyes widening momentarily before they narrow into a scowl. “Excuse me?” he says, his voice low and dangerous.

“You heard me,” Max replies firmly, his stance unwavering. “I don’t want you here if you’re going to criticize my wife and stress me out, or worse, stress her out.”

“You’re being irrational,” his father argues, taking a step closer. “I’m just trying to help you stay focused.” Seeing that his son is not going to back down anytime soon, he points a threatening finger towards him. “I’ll be back on race day, but you better be ready to put in a winning performance,” his father finishes, his voice laced with finality. He turns on his heel and walks away, leaving a tense silence in his wake.

Max sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair as he watches his father disappear into the crowd. Looking back at you over his shoulder, talking to some interns from the social media team, he can’t help but feel the dread of you having to face his father – which gives him another reason to somehow stop the two of you from running into each other during the weekend.

On Friday, Max’s luck decides to do him a favour as you tell him that you’re not feeling well enough to go to the track with him for the qualifying, and though it is true that he wants you to be with him, he also realises that this will give him one less thing to worry about. He knows how stressful it can be for you to navigate the bustling paddock and deal with the crowds, especially with the added pressure of possibly encountering his father.

“You rest up, okay?” he says, his voice full of concern. “I'll be back as soon as I can. If you need anything, just call me.”

You nod, giving him a reassuring smile. “I will, Max. Good luck today. We'll be cheering you on from here.”

Max leans down to kiss your forehead gently as he mumbles into your skin, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you reply, your voice soft and comforting, “be careful out there, okay?”

Max has one goal throughout qualifying, and to his team principal’s dismay, it is not being on pole. His one and only goal is to get the session done with as quickly as possible and get back to you as soon as he can. After the session ends, he barely waits for the car to come to a stop before jumping out and heading straight for the hospitality suite. His team notices his urgency but knows better than to question it once he tells them he’ll pay whatever fine the FIA will give him for missing his interviews.

Bursting through the door, Max finds you resting comfortably on the couch, a cup of tea in your hands. The sight of you immediately calms his racing heart. “Hey,” he says softly, walking over to sit beside you. “How are you feeling?”

You smile up at him, still in his team gear and the hat he almost never takes off, the warmth in your eyes easing his worries. “Better, now that you're here. How did it go?”

“Starting on pole,” he replies, mostly in a mumble, taking your hand in his. “But all I could think about was getting back to both of you.”

You squeeze his hand, your expression tender. “I'm proud of you, Max. You did great.”

He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thanks. Let's just relax for the rest of the day, hm? I want to hold you to make sure you’re not getting out of this bed until tomorrow.”

“You know, I would be happier about this proposal if it was until different circumstances,” you sigh, earning a laugh from him as he pulls you towards his chest, being careful not to spill your tea, of course. Why? Because it is a safety hazard, of course.

As you settle back into the bed together, Max feels a sense of relief wash over him. The stress of the day melts away in your presence, and he realizes how much he needs these quiet moments with you to forget all about the outside world and focus his energy on what actually matters instead.

The next day, feeling much better, you prepare to join Max at the track for the race. He’s still concerned but reassured by your determination to support him. As you arrive at the paddock together, Max is more attentive than ever, keeping an eye out for his father in hopes of trying to prevent the two of you running into each other. Navigating through the bustling paddock, Max keeps a protective arm around your waist, and a hand on your bump whenever the two of you stand somewhere talking to someone, guiding you through the throngs of people. His eyes constantly scan the crowd, his jaw set in a determined line. The other drivers and team members greet you warmly, and you return their smiles, feeling the anticipation that surrounds you.

“Max, relax a bit,” you whisper, squeezing his hand as you notice the tension in his posture.

He glances down at you, his expression softening slightly. “I just want to make sure everything’s okay.”

“I know,” you reply, reaching up to stroke his cheek, “but we’re here to enjoy the race and support you. Try to focus on that.”

He nods, taking a deep breath as both of you make your way to the Red Bull hospitality area. The team welcomes you with open arms, and you settle into a comfortable spot where you can watch the preparations for the race. He asks one of the interns to keep an eye on you, which he thought he was being sly whilst doing it, but you of course catch him in the corner of your eye. That’s when you realise the man walking towards him, your eyes meeting in nothing short of disdain for each other.

You stiffen slightly, your hand tightening around Max’s hand as he turns just in time to see his father approaching, his protective instincts kicking into high gear as he lets go of your hand and decides to wrap his arm around you protectively instead.

“Max,” Jos says, his tone neutral but carrying an underlying condescension. “We need to talk before your race begins, walk with me.”

Max's grip tightens around you for a moment before he reluctantly loosens his hold. “What is it, Dad?” he asks, his voice steady but tinged with irritation.

Jos's eyes flicker to you before focusing back on Max. “I wanted to discuss strategy, but I can see this isn't a good time.”

Max's jaw clenches, his protective instincts on high alert. “If it's important, we can talk here. I’m not leaving her side.”

Jos sighs, clearly frustrated. “Fine, if that's how you want it.”

Max’s arm remains firmly around you as his father steps closer. “Make it quick,” Max insists, his tone leaving no room for argument. If other people were to see your eyes moving from one Verstappen to the other, they’d probably think you are watching a tennis match, though the situation in front of you is certainly more tense than that.

Jos glances at you once more before addressing Max. “I just wanted to remind you to stay focused. Pole position is a great start, but you need to keep your head in the race.”

Max's eyes narrow, and he lets out a scoff, “I know how to do my job, no need for reminder. Anything else?”

Jos shakes his head, his expression a mix of disappointment and resignation. “Just don’t let distractions cost you the win.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Max hisses, taking a step towards his father as he gently pushes you behind himself. You have to put a hand against his chest to slow him down, though that doesn’t prove to be a sufficient prevention method. “I already told you; she is my wife, and he is not going anywhere so you better get that into that damaged brain of yours.”

“Max,” you try to plead with him, “please, not before your race.”

He gives you a look over his shoulder for a short moment before turning back towards his father. His jaw is set as he looks at the man in front of him. “I’ll only tell you this one more time. When she’s here with me, you don’t show up. If you do show up, you don’t come near her, you don’t talk to her, you don’t even look at her.” Another step taken towards his father has you tightening your hold on him, but he still manages to convey his message. “Try something like this again, and you won’t be in my life anymore let alone my son’s.”

Jos's lips press into a thin line, his eyes darting to you briefly before settling back on Max. “Fine,” he repeats, his tone colder. “Just remember what’s at stake every time you get behind the wheel.”

Max stands his ground, his eyes locked onto his father's, unwavering. “I know exactly what's at stake, and I don't need you reminding me. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have a race to focus on.”

It’s not the first time Max has stood up to his father, not by any means. But you can tell that this time affects him in a different way. The weight of the words exchanged and the implications for their future relationship linger in the air. You can feel the tension radiating from Max as he watches his father walk away, and it takes a moment for him to relax his posture and turn back to you. “Please tell me something that will calm me down so I don’t somehow do something that would put me to jail.”

“Okay,” you singsong, quickly positioning yourself in front of him so that you can fix him with a strict look on your face. “You are not doing something that will put you into prison, period.”

“I’m going to need a very good reason because all I want to do right now is follow him to his car and punch him.” Unfortunately for you, the way his jaw is set is a telling sign that, no, Max would actually do something like this given the circumstances.

“There is no sim racing in prison.” You try to provide, giving him a weak smile.

Max's lips twitch into a small, reluctant smile at your words, the tension in his jaw easing slightly. “No sim racing in prison, huh? Do you honestly think that would keep me from doing something stupid?”

“I panicked!” You exclaim, hitting him on his chest lightly as he laughs at you silently. “How are you supposed to help me raise our son,” you point to your stomach to emphasise your point, “if you’re in prison, huh?”

Max's smile grows wider, the tension in his posture finally starting to melt away. “Okay, okay, you’ve got a point,” he says, placing his hands on your shoulders and looking into your eyes. “I need to be here for both of you. But it’s so damn hard to ignore him.”

You reach up and cup his face in your hands, your eyes soft and filled with understanding. “I know, but you’re stronger than him. And you have more important things to focus on. Like winning this race and getting me more ice cream on our way back to the hotel.”

He takes a deep breath, nodding slowly as he lets out a soft chuckle. “You’re right. I can’t let him get to me. Not today.”

“Exactly,” you say, giving him a reassuring smile, “I usually am.”

Max laughs, the sound lightening the mood even more. “Yes, you usually are,” he agrees, pulling you closer for a brief kiss. “Thank you for always knowing how to calm me down.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” you say, resting your forehead against his. “Now, go out there and show everyone what you can do. We’ll celebrate with ice cream afterward.”

“Deal,” he replies, his eyes twinkling with affection and determination. With one last squeeze, he lets you go and turns towards his team, his focus now fully on the race ahead. “But I feel like I need to let you know that I would definitely go to prison for life for you.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Don’t you have a race to win, Verstappen?”

He grins, giving you one last kiss before heading off to prepare for the race, giving you a grin over his shoulder as he starts to move away, “So, I’ll get the rest of that kiss after the race, then?”

“Yeah, Max,” you let out a breathy laugh, your eyes not leaving his for a moment, “after the race!”

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ace-of-zaun · 4 months ago

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Kiss Me More. Pt 3:

silco x f!reader - 2.8k words - SFW

cw: angst, Silco being the most clueless mf to ever live (but he’s also a sweetheart, so we’ll forgive him just this once), fluff, Vander being lovely, mentions of poverty, arguments, references to sex, Seven is the actual worst, kind of an angsty end to the chapter (thought i'd mention it just in case)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 4

Silco has mentioned Seven and your date with him that many times in the past week, you’re genuinely starting to worry he’s got an unhealthy obsession with the boy.

In fact, he’s brought it up so often, you can tell just by the way Silco takes a breath that he's going to start yet another rant about your situationship, prompting you to scuttle away from him the second he opens his mouth to speak.

It doesn’t put you off going on your date. If anything, it makes you even more determined to push back against Silco and prove to him that you can do this, with or without his support.

So, you go on your second date with Seven.

He’d somehow managed to visit you every single day at work following your first date, which caused a giddy, cherished sort of feeling the first two times it happened, but now kind of irritates you after eight consecutive days of it.

Now, it just feels clingy and suffocating, and you’re getting slightly worried your boss is going to get mad at you for wasting time at work.

Luckily, Seven hadn’t asked you to go swimming on your date, (or, skinny dipping, as Silco had told you was his actual meaning, approximately six thousand times). Instead, he’d walked you to one of the little piers overlooking the river, where you’d sat side by side and shared a simple picnic.

It was nice. Mostly.

Seven had pretty much just talked about himself the entire time (again), and had even interrupted you the one time you tried to tell him about the new vinyl you’d excitedly bought on sale at the market. (So what if you can’t play it or listen to it just yet, Seven, you’ll be able to afford a phonograph one day, and you can just admire the sleeve artwork until then!)

Towards the end of the date, he’d finally kissed you, softer than you were expecting after the bold way he’d previously tried to kiss you outside your apartment.

But there hadn’t been any butterflies, or that wonderful, little spark you’ve often heard people describing when they speak of their first kisses. (Kinda, sorta like the way you felt when you’d kissed Silco…)

Kissing Seven, you hadn’t really felt anything at all, except, slightly icky and a little bit disappointed.

So now, you arrive home from the pier on your own (Seven had apparently been too busy to walk you back this time) with a strange sort of empty feeling emanating from your chest. Like someone has stolen a couple of your ribs while you weren’t looking.

But a warm sense of relief and delight quickly replaces that feeling when you spot Vander sprawled out on the sofa, arms spread out across the back, head tilted up to the ceiling.

It’s rare to see him at home, what with his long hours down the mine and evenings tending the bar. And it shows. Tired eyes and limbs betraying just how shattered he must be after all those hours of work.

You’re desperate to tell him to give up the extra shifts at the bar. But you’re genuinely not sure if the three of you would be able to stay together without it. Maybe you should ask if you could pick up some of his shifts instead, give him a few nights off. Janna knows he deserves it.

Vander looks up when you gently click the front door closed, sitting up properly while you toe off your shoes to join the line along the wall.

“Hey, you’re home,” you say.

“I am,” he replies, easy smile to mask his exhaustion. “How was your date?”

Part of you had hoped he’d forgotten so you wouldn’t have to talk about it. But Vander’s far too thoughtful for that.

“Ah, you know…” you say, looking down at your feet bashfully.

“That bad?”

“I wouldn't say bad.” You sigh, dropping down next to him on the sofa.

You rest your head against his shoulder, tucking your feet under your legs in an attempt to get comfortable. Vander places his arm around your shoulder and gently pulls you towards him, until you’re leaning against his side.

You’ve always secretly thought of him as your wise, older brother. The one who always knows what to say and how to say it. The person you can always rely on.

"But not good?" he asks, genuinely.

This time, the sigh you give feels like it radiates from your whole body.

“It’s just…I didn’t expect any of it to feel like this, I thought I was supposed to feel…”

You don’t really know, to be honest. You’ve only ever heard people describe their experiences with love or dating, so you’re not completely sure what you’re supposed to feel.

But something deep down is telling you, ‘not like this’.

“Feel what, lass?” Vander prods gently.

“I don’t know,” you finally admit.

Van nods in understanding, gently tapping your bicep twice before rubbing up and down your arm soothingly.

“Maybe you just need a bit more time to get to know him,” he says, offering you the advice you’d been too nervous to ask for. “D’ya think you’ll see him again?”

You tilt your head to the side, worrying your lip with your pointer finger and thumb.

“He asked me to go on another date with him tomorrow,” you say, pushing down the fact it feels like a shameful confession. “I said yes but-”

And then Silco storms into the room, looking like he’s spitting nails.

“You're not seriously going on another date with that greasy-haired freak?" he demands, apropos of absolutely nothing.

Immediately, you push yourself from Vander’s embrace to sit up and glare at him. Trust Silco to ruin the nice moment you were having.

“Seriously, what have you got against him?”

Silco ignores you, clearly on a rampage that could only be fuelled by pure insanity.

“You can't go on another date with him,” he announces firmly.

"What? Why?"

You wait, with a truly impressive amount of patience if you do say so yourself, for Silco to explain himself. To present his infallible, incredibly coherent, astonishingly well-thought out argument as to why you can’t go on another date with the person you are currently dating.

"Because he's gross,” he says.

You could really, honestly smack him.

"No, he's not."

"I don't think you should see him anymore," he continues.

“Silco. I’m not a child, you can’t just tell me what to do,” you say, feeling the anger beginning to bubble away inside you. Silco knows exactly how to push your buttons and he knows it.

“Yes, I can,” he argues, arms crossed against his chest.

You narrow your eyes dangerously.

“No, you can’t.”

“Alright, that’s enough, you two,” Vander interrupts before one of you tackles the other and turns the argument into a childish scrap in the middle of the room.

Sil huffs dramatically and uncrosses his arms. Then, clearly not knowing what to do with them as they hang awkwardly by his side, he decides to cross them again.

“Fine. I wasn't going to say anything, but I spoke to a guy at the mines who knows him and he's… got a bit of a reputation."

"What do you mean, ‘reputation’?"

"I mean, he's dated just about every girl in the Undercity," Silco stresses.

You frown at this new information, but honestly, deep down, you don’t really care. Even the mental image of Seven kissing other people doesn’t spark that jealousy in you that it did when you’d pictured Silco experiencing his first kiss.

But admitting that to him feels like defeat so instead you say, "Well, maybe he just hasn't found the one yet."

Silco scoffs obnoxiously.

"What, and you think you're the one?" he says sarcastically. His tone is a little bit on the mean side. Like he’s implying that you’re not good enough for Seven.

And honestly, it stings. It hurts and it makes you angry. You thought after all these years that Silco cared about you, that he wanted the best for you.

But all he’s done for the past few weeks is question you constantly when all you needed was just a little support from your best friend.

And, gods, you know that you don’t really mean any of it, but there’s a burning, horrible impulse to hurt Silco like he’s been hurting you, so you stand up to face him square on.

"And what if I am, huh?” you begin.

Of course, Silco immediately goes to interrupt, but you steamroll ahead.

“You know what, Silco, maybe I’ll just go and stay with him if you’re that wound up about it. Actually, yeah.” You purse your lips and shrug your shoulders nonchalantly, before looking him dead in the eye. “No need to wait up for me after my date tomorrow, I’ll just stay at his for the night.”

Silco looks absolutely horrified, face draining at the implication (that you don’t mean at all, honestly, you can’t think of anything worse than spending the night with Seven).

But Silco doesn’t have to know that.

He steps forward a little and says your name, really quite desperately.

“Wait-”

There’s no way you’re letting him get the last word, so you stalk out the living room and into your bedroom without a backward glance, slamming the door shut behind you for good measure.

You drop onto your bed, desperately trying not to cry as you slap your hands over your face, like it’ll hold everything in.

You just don’t get why Silco is acting like this.

And the more time you spend with Seven, the more sure you are that he’s actually quite a repulsive, self-centered person. But you don’t know how to fix any of this mess you’ve gotten yourself into and all you really want is your best friend back.

You just want everything to go back to the way it was.

Is that too much to ask?

You haven’t spoken a word to Silco since your argument. Even after Vander had carefully explained that Silco probably didn’t mean what he’d said, you don’t want to hear it. The hurt is still too raw to forgive him yet.

Everything has changed since you kissed. Now, your heart does this breathtaking little flip in your chest every time you see him, and all you can think about is kissing him again. But you're dating Seven and it's not like Silco likes you anyway, so there’s no point in entertaining it.

Gods, you wish you could just stop feeling like this.

You force yourself to go on another date with Seven, even though you had originally been planning on cancelling when you were talking about it to Vander. Now, you’re going just to spite Silco.

So that’s how you find yourself walking through the city’s sprawling market stalls with Seven, kinda wishing you were anywhere else. You’re not really buying any of the products for sale because neither of you can afford much of anything at the moment, which just makes you feel all deflated.

And Seven is holding your hand as you stroll along, but honestly, you wish he wasn’t. His hands are a bit sweaty and he’s gripping your knuckles just a bit too tightly for comfort. You have to keep letting go to wipe your hand on your leg and it’s starting to get really quite embarrassing.

Just as you’re on the cusp of deciding whether to fake some kind of horrific illness or whether it’d be too dramatic to just flee Zaun and adopt a whole new identity, you’re saved by a tall figure stumbling into your side.

You only just manage to stop yourself from tripping to the ground, thankfully righting yourself before you can fall, just to look up in confusion at-

Silco. Who looks down at you with the most unapologetic expression you’ve ever seen in your life.

It’s clear he’s followed you because why else would he be in the market, he hates the market when it’s busy. He once said he’d rather run naked through the streets of Piltover in front of the Council building than risk the ‘throngs of dawdling idiots’ on a busy market day.

"Hey, fancy bumping into you!” Silco acts surprised, completely over the top and almost embarrassingly unconvincing. He’s not getting a job in the Piltie theatre anytime soon, that’s for sure.

Then, his expression drops when he glances at Seven, like there’s suddenly a bitter, bitter taste in his mouth. “Oh. What’s he doing here?”

You resist the urge to scream, finally letting go of Seven’s hand to step away from him.

"Silco-"

"We're on a date." Seven finally speaks, looking thoroughly annoyed at the interruption. Even more annoyed than when Silco was rude to him outside your apartment.

"Really?" Silco questions. He looks pointedly at the distance between the two of you and then stares obstinately at Seven. "Doesn't look like it to me."

"Look, mate-"

Silco cuts him off with deadly sharp precision.

"You know, Six, I think we have a mutual acquaintance," he says, timbre turning positively dangerous. "Her name’s Lia. Works at the mines? That ring any bells in your dense, little head?"

At this, Seven’s face pales. Rapidly.

"Never heard of her," he insists, far too quickly to be anything but a lie.

Then, he turns to you, snatching up your hand again.

"Let's go, doll, we don’t have to put up with this."

Silco’s expression darkens immeasurably, clenching his fists by his sides as he steps forward, but you beat him to the punch, ripping your hand out of Seven’s grasp.

Fuck this.

"You know what, I've just remembered that there's something that I need to do," you snap, borderline shouting over them when they both jump to speak. "Alone."

Turning on your heel, you stalk off in the opposite direction, automatically heading towards the River without even really thinking about it. It’s the place you usually end up when you need to clear your head, and right now, you just need some peace and quiet.

You’re only a few streets away from the market when you hear Silco following you, knowing after all these years the loping strides of his gait by heart. When he makes no sign of stopping, you take a deep breath and turn to face him.

"Please don’t."

He says your name pleadingly but you shake your head.

"I don't want to hear it, Silco," you say, a wave of exhaustion sweeping your bones.

You’re far, far too tired for this.

"But he's-"

"Why are you going out of your way to sabotage this for me?" you ask, absolutely detesting the way your voice wobbles on the last few words.

Silco’s expression flickers, clearly torn between giving you space and stepping forward to comfort you. He ends up shoving his hands into his pockets defensively, but not without inching just that little bit closer to you.

"I'm not trying to sabotage anything, I'm just trying to protect you," he replies, tone soft. An attempt at reassurance.

"From what?" you ask.

"From getting hurt.”

He bites his lip, determined and desperately worried all at once.

You sigh heavily, scrubbing a hand over your face.

"I just don't get it, Sil, I don't get why you're doing all this," you say, letting your arms drop wearily by your side.

He seems almost startled by your need for an explanation, uncharacteristically sheepish for the briefest moment as you watch him expectantly.

"I… I just…"

And then, as you continue to wait, his expression shutters, turning stony and closed off, and you know you’re not going to get anything from him now. Certainly not anything honest or in the least bit vulnerable.

You bite your lip hard to stop the burning tears from falling.

"Just go home, Silco," you say. You sniff back the tears, dejected but accepting. "I'll see you later.”

It breaks your heart to watch the way his shoulders slump but his expression still doesn’t crack. And he still doesn’t say a word when you slowly turn and walk away from him. He doesn’t stop you.

The next few days feel like a haze of misery; a looping, unfathomable rhythm of going to work and returning home in silence, trying to ignore the way he watches you walk through the flat with a terribly lost expression, like you’ve slipped from his grasp.

You can’t bring yourself to talk to him, even though it physically hurts you to ignore him like this, the irony of not being able to talk to the one person who you can always go to.

And with Vander gone so often, you’re left to just sit silently in your bedroom, staring at the cracks in the ceiling, wondering where the hell it all went wrong.

PART 4

a/n: I’m sorry for such an angsty end to this chapter, lots of fluff and comfort in the next one, i promise!! (and this story will def have a happy ending, i think i’m physically incapable of writing sad endings, it’s just not in my dna)

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thef1diary · 11 months ago

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I absolutely love your writing!!!

Are you able to write something where reader is in a relationship with Max or Carlos or Lando. They sometimes playfight and yn usually wins. But one day the driver has to go somewhere else and uses his real strength to stop playing. And yn is shocked that he used to just pretend. Slightly angsty but mostly fluff.

Only if you can please :)

Playfight | M. Verstappen

warnings: slight angst, mainly fluffy

wc: 800+

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You and Max have always been close. Long before you started dating, you were best friends, partners in crime, and each other's confidants. Your days were filled with inside jokes, playful banter, and those moments of playfighting that always left you breathless with laughter. You loved the way Max engages in these little tussles, seemingly evenly matched, making it all the more thrilling.

Today was one of those days. The afternoon sun streamed through the windows of your apartment, casting a warm, golden glow across the living room. Lounging on the couch, you and Max are scrolling through your phones and sharing random memes when the playful urge strikes you.

You nudge Max with your foot, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. "Bet I can take you down in under a minute."

He looks up, eyebrows raised, and chuckles. "Oh, really? Is that a challenge?"

You nod, laughing as you leap off the couch and adopt a mock fighting stance. Max follows suit, rising to his feet with a grin that mirrors yours. He's always game for a little fun, no matter how ridiculous.

You start your usual routine of playful attacks, knowing exactly how to make him laugh and stumble. But today, Max seemed a little distracted, glancing at his watch every few seconds. You notice but choose to ignore it, too caught up in the moment to let it break your stride.

"Alright, alright, you win," he says, attempting to end the fight quickly.

But you're not ready to let him off the hook. "Oh no, you don't get off that easy!" you tease, lunging at him again.

"Seriously, schat, I've got—" he starts, but you cut him off with a lighthearted shove.

"Come on, baby, fight back!" you urge, laughing as you goad him into continuing.

He sighs, clearly reluctant. "I really don't have time for this right now," he says, but you're too lost in the moment to listen.

You push him again, harder this time, and his expression changes. Without warning, Max grabs your wrists, twists you around, and gently but firmly pins you face-first to the couch. The sudden display of strength leaves you stunned, your breath catching in your throat.

"There, I win," he mumbles into your ear, before releasing you as he noted the time on his watch.

You lie there for a moment, processing what just happened. Slowly, you push yourself up and turn to face him, your mind racing. "Max... what was that?" you ask, unable to mask the shock in your voice.

He rubs the back of his neck, looking slightly guilty. "I'm sorry. I really have to go. I didn't mean to—"

"You've always let me win, haven't you?" you interrupt, the realization hitting you hard.

Max sighs, his shoulders slumping. "Yeah," he admits softly. "I didn't want to ruin the fun."

You sit up fully, the playful mood evaporated, replaced by a mixture of surprise and a sting of hurt. "Why?"

He shrugs, avoiding your gaze. "I liked seeing you happy. It was never about winning or losing for me."

Your heart clenches, a lump forming in your throat as you process his words. "You've been holding back this whole time," you say, more to yourself than to him.

He nods, finally meeting your eyes. "I didn't want you to feel... I don't know, like you couldn't beat me. It was more important to me that you had fun."

You reach out, taking his hand in yours, squeezing it gently. "You're too sweet for your own good, you know that?"

He chuckles softly, squeezing your hand in return, but the tension between you remains. "I try, and I'm sorry for rushing off like this. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

You shook your head, preventing a smile from forming on your lips as you thought of an idea. "No, don't make it up to me, we'll just have to rematch."

He quirked up an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Are you sure you want to do that again?"

A grin breaks through despite your best efforts to remain serious. "Absolutely. But this time, let's make it more interesting. How about we use Nerf guns or water guns, you name it. Let's see who really comes out on top."

Max laughs, the sound easing the last of the tension between you. "Now that sounds like a challenge I can't refuse. But remember, you asked for it."

You nod, feeling a thrill of excitement. "It's on, baby. Next time, no holding back."

He presses a kiss to your forehead, still smiling as he heads for the door. "I'll be ready. Just don't be too disappointed when you lose."

With a smile, you settle back, imagining the thrill of the next fight. It won't just be about winning or losing—it will be about showing Max that you're ready to match his strength, playfulness, and love, shot for shot.

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vad-hander · 4 months ago

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NOW, ARE YOU HAPPY? Holiday Special

pairing: idol!Jaehyun x reader

others: idol!Taeyong

genre: one-shot, romance, smut, fluff, angst, family au

warnings: parents au, proposal, marriage, angsty conversations, but mostly romance and family life

words: 12,5 k

summary: after your pathetic attempt to leave Jaehyun in the past, you two finally found a way to make this relationship work. with your newborn baby, the two of you enjoy the domesticity of this relationship, aftertastes of your previous decisions and Jaehyun's job souring your life slightly. But the man that you love finds a way to make it all up to you on the New Years night.

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this is a holiday special for Now, are you happy? You could read this as a separate story, but for better understanding of certain lines I suggest reading the original fic first

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“I got it!“ You announced, the shopping bag in your arm entering the room before you. “I was lucky enough to find everything we needed at our convenience store.“ you finally lowered your hand to see your family, your voice completely changing in a little squeal “Hello my little baby angel!“ You left the bag at the entrance of your living room and ran to pepper kisses over your daughter’s cheeks.

“She woke up maybe 10 minutes ago and was immediately upset she couldn’t see mommy.“ Jaehyun continued to bounce a little with the baby in his arms even though she was completely calm by now.

“I think she gets upset even when she sees mommy.“ You chuckled, departing from them to pick up the grocery bag.

“I was trying to be sweet, gorgeous.“ Jaehyun chuckled, switching his arms.

“I know, but still“ you mused.

“Do you want to do breakfast or do you want to take care of Sohee?“ Jaehyun kindly gave you options, you looked at them getting closer to hear your answer.

“I’ll do breakfast, thanks.“ you pecked Sohee’s cheek once again, seeing Jaehyun stick his cheek out for a kiss as well. You did exactly what he wanted - pecked his cheek and almost lost any interest in breakfast when Jaehyun’s lips caught up with you on the way back and kissed them.

“Okay, we’ll play.“ Jaehyun announced excitedly and walked the distance back to the play rug, descending Sohee on the floor. You watched her crawl over to the bite toy she loved so much and looked away to focus on breakfast.

“Do you need any help?“ Jaehyun called out your name, as you made your way towards the dining table to set the cutlery.

“No, the breakfast’s almost ready. Do you need help?“ You teased him blindly with a chuckle and turned around to see what they were doing. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’d see him calling for a little bit of help. They seemed to be perfectly fine, though, Sohee giggled away at the face expressions Jaehyun was making, while laying on her dad’s stomach and cuddling him with her tiny arms. Jaehyun took a loud breath in and as he leaned in and peppered kisses all over her cheeks, Sohee giggled even louder, with that pure and bright baby laugh that took all your breath away. You turned away and turned on the kettle, getting closer to your family right after. Jaehyun reached out a hand when you were close enough to sit you down next to him, when he’d sensed you wanted to get on the couch, and you not so gracefully plopped down, with your arms over Jaehyun’s shoulder, so you’d be able to lay your head on the back of your hand and not hurt yourself over his bony build.

“I can’t believe she’s growing so fast.“ You sighed, ruffling Sohee’s short hair.

“Want to give mommy a cuddle?“ Jaehyun whispered into her ear. “Will you give mommy a cuddle?“ you smiled, as your daughter reached out her hands to you and you leaned in, for her hands to reach you and pepper kisses on her tiny nose and cheeks. Your fingers held onto her back for support, as her moves were still wobbly. You leaned in more and took a big loud breath in off the top of her head.

“Ugh, she smells so good.“ You admitted for the millionth time, running your fingers over her head and making her giggle at the tickling sensation. “I can’t get enough of that baby scent.“ You glanced at Jaehyun, who looked at you two lovingly, while patting Sohee softly.

“Like… a fresh human.“ Jaehyun indulged your feelings. “She’s so warm and tiny and cute and squishy. I can’t let go of her once I see her. Like these eyes are just magnetic. I feel hypnotised and suddenly nothing actually matters.“ Sohee turned her head at Jaehyun’s voice just in time and they locked eyes, the man being completely soaked in in an instance.

“I feel that too, all the time.“ You agreed because he was so right about all of it.

“Did we make a magician and don’t know yet?“ Jaehyun looked at you, only for a split second before he was glued once again to his child.

“Aren’t we just obsessed parents?“ you giggled.

“Yeah, you’re probably more right.“ he nodded, scrunching his face up entertained. “Can you say ma-ma?“ Jaehyun sang, his eyes two crescent moons as he watched you stare lovingly at the human you created. “Sohee-ya, can you say mama?“ He sang once again.

“Da-da.“ she replied to him, making you both chuckle inevitably.

“Can you say na-na?“ You sang to her, Sohee losing her attention on the necklace on your neck, making you repeat yourself.

“Na-na.“ the girl replied, moving her body back to her dad, cuddling against his chest.

“Can you say da-da?“ You continued and with no repetition you got a very clear answer.

“Da-da.“

“Of course.“ You chuckled.

“Can you say ma-ma, though?“ Jaehyun tried once again, only to be met with another fail.

“Da-da.“ The girl said once again and looked at you with her big baby eyes.

“No singing for mama, I guess.“ you dropped your head back in desperation, only to lower your eyes and see these two being in their own world, Jaehyun peppering kisses over her temple, while Sohee tried to bite onto Jaehyun’s shirt sleeve.

“She looks just like you, not like I’m complaining, but she also only ever calls out for dada and if you’re there, only wants to cuddle with you. I carried her all those months and thought that’ll give us an unbreakable bond, but somehow all she wants is you.“ You pouted and squinted your eyes a little, Jaehyun not even trying to hide his amusement with a smile, his dimples popping the deepest, reaching out a hand to caress your cheek.

“I actually think she’s a perfect copy of her mommy.“ His thumb tickled your jaw.

“Yeah?“ You rolled your eyes a little unamused.

“Yeah, always clinging onto me, calling my name and asking for kisses and cuddles.“ Jaehyun bit his lip, watching you push away from his touch a little. “I think since you carried her while being so down bad for me played a role in her mental build. You’re very clearly bonded and she just wants and does what her mom does.“

“You mentioning my love for you in that way kind of makes it sound like you’ve got a very big head.“ You gave him a look.

“If I were you I’d be going around doing the same, though.“ He returned the look.

“Well my head’s not that big so I’m keeping your obsession with me very private, unlike you.“ You quickly got up, sensing he’d want to touch you somehow and moved around the room.

“So you do admit you’re all obsessed with me.“ Only to pause when he finished his sentence. You licked your teeth, shaking your head disapprovingly, watching Jaehyun move Sohee onto her play mat. The biggest grin not leaving his mouth even for a second.

“Oh, shut up.“ Jaehyun stood up, catching up to you, attaching himself to your back, wrapping arms over your torso.

“I’m sure if it was appropriate, you’d glue to me like that, right baby?“ His lips lowered on your shoulder blades at last words.

“Mmh.“ You agreed, trying to make yourself sound as dry as possible, and pressed a button on the coffee machine, moving over the room to check on the rice cooker. You didn’t even need to do that, it would beep, once the rice is cooked, but you just had to busy yourself to not give in and cling onto Jaehyun like he wanted you to. He continued to move with you, glued to your back, helping you reach the tallest cupboard to get a teabag out of it, helping you close it and dispose the packaging into a bin.

“Oh, by the way,“ he paused, watching you pour the water over the bag. As soon as the kettle touched the kitchen counter, Jaehyun continued to speak “Bad news, I got my schedule for December from my manager.“ He paused, his palm leaving your waist to squeeze your fingers.

“Yeah?“ You held your breath, fidgeting with kettle, you grabbed it once again, to place it back on it’s designated spot. He already said it was bad news, what exactly were you expecting?

“I have schedules on both Christmas and New Years Eve.“ You gave him a nod and grabbed both your cups to place on the table, Jaehyun let go of you with how suddenly you moved around. “Don’t go quiet, talk to me.“ He caught up to you, nudging on your neck with his nose, sensing that you were upset.

“See, I told you.“ You sighed, it was obvious, you knew those schedules are going to be confirmed before they were actually set and both his manager and Jaehyun were informed. Nothing ever changes. “It was obvious, every year’s the same.“ You really didn’t understand what he was hoping for and why did he even think anything would change. No one cared he had a baby, no one should even know he had one. Jaehyun being busy on holidays was a very normal thing to you, you always knew it, but somehow his hopefulness also made you believe in impossible.

“I still had a little hope.“ He admitted.

“I don’t know what you were hoping for.“ You shook your head. Not in a disapproving or upset way, just matter of factly. You never stood a chance against his job, you were lucky enough to work it our for yourself pretty early, it kept you sane through all those years.

“I’m sorry that it’s like this again this year. You were right, saying we can’t be a normal family.“ Jaehyun’s voice changed, the hold on your body got tighter. You could feel he was constantly reflecting on all the words you told him when you tried to run away from him, and it constantly made you not well, because he was making his life difficult, when the only intention of your words was to hurt him enough he’d stop loving you.

“It would be a very blatant lie, if I said that I enjoy loneliness on holidays. But it’s not your fault and definitely not something to be sorry about. I was expecting this to happen, so I’m not actually upset. I’m more upset your hopes were crushed.“ You turned around in his hold, caressing his cheeks with your fingers. “You might be away for holidays, but we’ll have you for the whole of January and then some more, and we will have the best birthday celebration for you and will be the perfect little family, while we still have time. Before she has to go to daycare and I will return to the office and all your schedules pile up like crazy.“

“About that-.“ You almost rolled your eyes, you knew exactly the words Jaehyun wanted to tell you. How he didn’t see a point in your return to the office, and there was no point in Sohee going to daycare. He had the perfect plan in his head, you loved his plan, it was still difficult for you mentally to just put all of you on his shoulders, it really felt like you wouldn’t like yourself anymore if he did that, you really didn’t want to go down that spiral. Work was the only thing to keep your mind occupied from spiralling down a hole of pathetic fear, sometimes loneliness and even helplessness.

“No, no, no. It’s not a discussion for this beautiful morning. Shh.“ you silenced him with your words, also closing his mouth with your lips on top of that. You weren’t about to give in to the devil and leave work, cause you knew for sure it’ll be so painfully hard to go back this time, if even possible at all.

“Still, it’s our baby girls first Christmas and we can’t even have a proper family celebration. I feel like shit.“ Jaehyun admitted, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m sure she will not see any difference if we move Christmas by one day. Don’t beat yourself over this. You’re the best to both of us, always.“ Your voice suddenly turned to whispering and your mouth covered Jaehyun’s once more.

“I just hope she knows daddy loves her.“ He cooed, making you pause.

“It’s been months…“ You swallowed a chuckle, moving your head away from Jaehyun. “and I still can’t get used to you calling yourself daddy.“ You couldn’t hold back a smile, when Jaehyun gifted you the sauciest grin.

“Why can’t you, mommy?“ Jaehyun asked teasingly, leaving a kiss on your temple.

“Agh-.“ you shook your head disapprovingly, once again. “We’ll just stick to our tradition of celebrating in the morning, it’s our little thing and I love it. And I love you.“

“Love you.“ Jaehyun nodded his head and you tickled his nape to lift his spirits.

“How did your beloved boyfriend take our schedule for the upcoming month?“ Taeyong teased over the phone, clicking of his mouse feeling very much like home, you could almost close your eyes and imagine yourself in your old apartment, before Sohee made a noise that signalled she’ll start crying in a second and your eyes shifted to the watch.

“Oh, wait, it’s Sohee’s lunch time. I need to feed her.“ Your feet took you quickly over to her play mat.

“Like, now?“ Taeyong asked and the tone of his voice made you chuckle.

“Well yeah, it’s not like she’s going to sit and wait patiently until I finish talking with you.“ You shouted, hoping your voice would still make it through the phone as you walked away.

“But I’m here?“

“Yeah, and you’re on voice only, why you’re scared? and you’re on speaker, by the way. She’s totally listening.“ you gave your baby a smile and squatted to get her in your arms.

“Oh hello my little bundle of joy.“ Taeyong cooed over the phone in the sweetest tone. “It’s uncle T.“ He changed his voice back to normal as he addressed you. “Did she recognise me?“

“I think she did, she’s smiling. Wait, let me get her to food.“ You settled on the couch, your phone finally next to you and Sohee ready to get her milk.

“Food?“

“My boob, Taeyong. I just didn’t want to say it like that. I didn’t want you to think of my breasts-“ you sighed exasperated, lifting your shirt up.

“I wouldn’t think of your breasts even if I was paid for it-“ he sounded disgusted, you were glad he did.

“I-.“ Still there was an urge to fight with him on the topic, if only Taeyong would let you speak.

“Okay, can we quit the boob talk.“ You nodded in agreement, even though he could not see you. “What did Jaehyun think of the schedule? He didn’t read my messages. Where is he, anyway?“

“Shooting his brand deal.“ You bragged a little.

“Oh okay.“ Taeyong chuckled.

“Yeah he’s a big boy now.“ You laughed in unison with your best friend.

“So you’re avoiding the question because he was upset?“ Taeyong cut straight to the chase.

“He was, but we agreed that it’s okay.“ You pressed Sohee against your chest and felt her mouth on yourself.

“I’m a little worried for him and the way he’s been doing things.“ The clicking of Taeyong’s mouse paused, it made you alert. He only paused his games at serious matters.

“Why?“you tried to be nonchalant.

“He’s got that baby fever real bad.“ Duh, he very clearly does. You wouldn’t say it in Taeyong’s face, it’s clear.

“He seems fine to me.“ You lied to not get yourself all over the place once again. He did get the baby fever, he was obsessed with Sohee and spending time with you two, you could see it was physically hard for him to leave the house. At first you thought he’ll get over it as the time passed by, that he’d settle with the idea that he’s a dad now and lay back a little. He didn’t, it felt like he got more and more attached with every hour passed. You didn’t want him to feel like that, you didn’t know how to stop him from going through this. Talking to Taeyong stressed you out, you really wished you could go back in time and show Taeyong the things he says to you now, when you did very much warn him of the consequence.

“I feel like he’s losing his senses and the less careful he is, the more open you two to a risk. I only worry about you two being exposed to public, I know how much you’d hate that.“ It felt like Taeyong was beating around the bush and you weren’t about to jump at it and ask him straight what he wanted. No, thanks.

“Ugh, should I worry? What do you mean?“ Taeyong was very generously adding up to your anxiety.

“He’s just doing exactly what you were predicting.“

“Well yeah, that’s what I told you would happen. Ouch!“ You exclaimed and moved Sohee over to the other side.

“What’s wrong?“ Taeyong asked confused.

“Nothing?“ you squeezed your eyes in pain.

“Are you sure?“

“Yeah, breast-feeding hurts, that’s it.“

“It does?“ He seemed scandalised.

“Apparently yeah, unfortunately you’re not told that beforehand.“ Or maybe you are, if you planned a pregnancy beforehand, you probably would’ve read these things.

“But how does it, she doesn’t have teeth?“ You wanted to tease Taeyong once again, how he really wanted to talk about your boobs today, you held back, though.

“Do you really want me to go into detail how nipples chap and hurt like hell at certain angles because she latches on wrongly sometimes?“

“I have so many questions at that, enough boob talk for one day though.“

“Yeah.“ You chuckled in response, very glad to stop the conversation.

“I’m sorry though.“ He did sound sorry, you were thankful he cared for you at all costs.

“It’s fine, thanks.“

“So, about Jaehyun.“ Ugh, yeah. You kinda hoped he’d get completely distracted at that.

“Yeah?“ You made a question as you sighed out.

“Can you talk to him? How he should stop doing what he’s doing and get back to normal?“ Taeyong paused every two words, as if he expected you to interrupt him. You just sank deeper into the couch with every two words. You had no idea how to make Jaehyun stop. He was just a girl dad through and through and it came before anything else for him since the day he found out.

“Ugh, but I don’t know what he’s doing that doesn’t seem normal?“ You took multiple steady breaths, trying to sound casual, trying to not make Taeyong hear how you were blatantly lying and running away from this conversation. “I have no clue what you do at work.“ You were pretty honest at that part, you wouldn’t dare to see what they did at their work - you liked to imagine they were working in finance, or maybe real estate? Anything would be better than thinking of hundreds of thousands of people having an opinion about your close family - one thing is reading them drool - the other is bad mouthing them at every given chance. You went through that with Taeyong years ago, you would never want to even get a glimpse of that on the man you truly loved. “To me, he’s doing normal things, more family oriented, but normal.“ Taeyong sighed. “Just wait for his frontal lobe full development.“ You tried to crack a joke to be more natural.

“And when is that supposed to happen?“ Taeyong sighed once again. You tried to think what age it was meant to be, scratching your temple.

“Agh, scratch that actually, I think by now it’s fully developed.“

Your eyes darted from the screen of the TV onto your phone, your mom called you most likely to wish you a very Happy New Year and you picked up, cozying up more into the cushion.

“Hi mom!“ You chirped, your voice sounding foreign even to your ears since you haven’t really spoken much today.

“Hello darling. How are you all doing?“ You had to clear your throat to not sound so funny anymore.

“We’re great. Sohee’s sleeping, I’m watching her and telly.“ Your eyes switched between TV screen and baby monitor.

“We were just watching Jaehyun on TV!“ Your mom announced happily and you smiled, you did just watch him too.

“Yeah, me too.“ You smiled.

“He’s looking very handsome and happy. It’s a good thing everything worked out well for you two.“ she stated in the I told you so manner.

“Yes, mom, I know.“

“I hope we’ll finally see you get married next year-“ oh wow, what a wild turn for a conversation.

“Mom, we have not planned that at all.“ You meant that you’ve been back together for less than a year after that so called break and since you’ve gotten back together there was not a single chance to talk about marriage, or proposal or making any moves in that direction. Your only focus was Sohee.

“I know honey, I’m just saying we’d be happy to finally see you in a wedding dress.“

“Okay-.“ You nodded, confused. “Happy New Year, mom, wishing you and dad to stay healthy and happy.“

“Thank you honey, your dad is calling me, Happy New Year, bye-bye.“ You dropped your phone on the couch right next to you, your eyes suddenly focusing on the fact that it’s almost midnight, the show you were watching had all celebrities out on stage and you suddenly became very busy, trying to find in the crowd full of strangers your best friend and the man that you loved. Cameraman somehow focused on Jaehyun right next moment and you jerked back on the couch shocked, catching a glimpse of Taeyong, who suddenly waved and smiled at the camera.

Now that you’ve seen them, you were so invested in what was going on. One of the announcers, who also happened to be Taeyong’s friend you recognised, let everyone know that they’ll start the countdown after a short break and you watched that commercial break like it was the best directed movie. Broadcast returned back to the dome this concert took place in and big numbers popped behind everyone’s backs and as the numbers got lower your heart trembled, because you really wished you could teleport just for the briefest moment next to Jaehyun to give him a kiss. You watched the number change every second. 5…4…3…2…1… Your phone vibrated as soon as the countdown hit zero and fireworks ran over the screen and you looked down at what it was. So caught up in the notification you forgot how you wanted to wish yourself a Happy New Year.

From: love

Happy new year, gorgeous

I love you

Give our baby girl a kiss

And I’m gonna kiss you as soon as I get home

You were so perplexed, Jaehyun was on TV just a minute ago, how the hell did he manage to text you in the process of doing it all? Stupidly enough you tried to dial his number, what if this was pre-recorded and you didn’t know? Expectedly, you were met with no answer on his side, you watched TV for a few more moments in case you’d get a glimpse of him, finally texting him back.

To: love

How did you get your phone out? I’m so confused

I love you so-so much! Happy new year <3

When exactly am I getting my kisses?

Sohee says she loves daddy too

I hope you’re not staring into the phone like a lovesick fool

Your eyes glued once again to the screen, trying to see Jaehyun in the crowd of celebrities. Your eyes rolled down onto the phone and your messages were read. You looked once again at the screen and different singers were raising their mics to take their parts in the song, but you couldn’t see Jaehyun. You turned off the TV and with tiny steps got to your babies’ crib.

“Are you sleeping well?“ You asked, running your eyes over a child, that breathed steadily “Mommy and daddy love you, happy new year, Sohee-ya“

You watched her sleep for a little while, sitting yourself on the floor. Soon enough it felt a little cold, you crawled into your own bed.

“Hey, gorgeous.“ Jaehyun whispered next to your lips.

“You’re back.“ You raised your head from the pillow, smashing your foreheads on accident, but more importantly, smashing your lips.

“Yes, love.“ Jaehyun’s palm caressed your back and you pulled back when you needed more air in your lungs. “Happy New Year.“

“Happy New Year“ you pecked his lips once again “What time is it?“

“A little over 1am?“ You opened your mouth surprised, he must’ve teleported home.

“Did you run away early?“ You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair.

“I did. Couldn’t calm myself down until I get to kiss you.“ You melted and kissed his mouth once more. “Are you tired? Did Sohee not behave herself well?“

“No, I just felt cold and got in bed and somehow drifted off. Sohee was on her best behaviour and been sleeping very well.“

“We shouldn’t jinx it, I guess.“ Jaehyun smiled and caught your fingers in his.

“Yeah, we better not.“

“So, would mommy not mind if I asked her to get out of bed? And spend a little time together, before it gets too late to pretend like we met the New Years together?“ He laced his fingers through yours and pulled you to sit more.

“Of course, daddy.“ You beamed and Jaehyun stood up, only now allowing for you to see his attire.He was still wearing the suit you saw him in on the stage.“ Did you really, run away?“ Your fingers mindlessly rubbed the collar of his shirt.

“I did.“ He admitted once again, grabbing your waist to help you stand up.

“You look handsome, like you always do.“ You cooed, running your hand over his chest and hooking it around his waist.

“Thanks, love.“ Jaehyun pecked your temple.

“Wait, if you’re in a suit. Should I put on the dress I had prepared for New Years?“ your face rubbed against Jaehyun’s chest as he teased the skin of your back under your sleeping shirt.

“You prepared a dress?“ He asked softly.

“Before you said you’re busy this year too, I had a little hope you’ll be home, since you believed in it. I didn’t want to tell you, because I knew you’d get all puppy-sad.“ You pulled back and caressed his soft cheek.

“You should definitely wear it then.“ Jaehyun let go of you and watched you run over to the wardrobe and you took off your sleeping shirt and pants, looking through the closet for the dress, taking it off the hanger and slipping inside it in one swift motion.

“I even bought new heels in case we’d go somewhere. Wanna see?“ You beamed through the mirror reflection, as you saw Jaehyun walk over to you, wrapping his arm over your solar plexus and peppering your neck in warm kisses.

“You’re so hot, and sexy, and everything I ever could’ve dreamed of. How are you a real person?“ you felt your body get hot, your fingers instantly wrapping over Jaehyun’s neck to move his face to yours, he fought with you, as his tongue was drawing warm trails over your neck.

“Can’t believe what a cute dress does to you-“ you teased in a whisper.

“Can’t believe what you are doing to me, I didn’t even see the dress properly in this darkness.“ Jaehyun hugged you tighter, pecking your collarbone like he always does and stared at you through the mirror. “Oh, wait, the heels, you said, sure put them on.“ He let go of you and suddenly the world felt so cold and miserable. His palm patted your bum for a boost and you disappeared inside the wardrobe once again.

You really fought with the wish to just cling onto him and looked through the shoe rack with super speed, taking the heels out of the box and bringing them in your hands to Jaehyun. Slowly putting both shoes on the floor, you put your feet inside and finally got your face on the same level with the man. He smiled and wrapped your waist once again.

“I actually brought something, let me show you.“ He moved his fingers onto your palm and lacing his fingers through yours dragged you to the living room. As soon as your feet made a single step you paused. The loudest click of the heel against the flooring made the both of you stop. While you were talking in half whispers it slipped your mind that the clicking of the heels will be so loud and potentially could wake Sohee up.

“Oh damn, Imma take these off.“ You sighed disappointed, already leaning back down to take them off.

“Hold on.“ Jaehyun stopped you and you straightened your back back up, ready to hear him say anything, when he suddenly bent his body a little, wrapping his arm under your knees, and the next second his back straightened and your body lifted off the floor. You wheezed, probably making more damage to Sohee’s sleep than the heels and closed your mouth with both your hands. “Didn’t I say to hold on?“ Jaehyun smarted with a smirk.

“Oh my god, no, put me down.“ You hissed at the way he held you bridal style, escorting you two to the living room.

“Just a moment, love, I’ll put you down when you’ll be at our destination.“ Jaehyun walked over the living room, lowering your feet to the floor next to the kitchen isle.

“Oh no-o-o.“ You cooed immediately. “You’re so insanely sweet.“ You looked over the table that had the prettiest cake, a bottle of champagne and some very prettily boxed Jeju tangerines.

“I thought that despite us missing New Years Seoul time, it’s definitely New Year somewhere else every hour. We could just pretend we’re in a different timezone.“ Jaehyun bit onto his lip, looking at your reaction, smiling as soon as he was able to see your pouting face. You were honestly touched. He should’ve just gotten back home and fallen asleep immediately. He was on his feet since 4 AM, just a little over 2 hours before it turns into 24 hours and still he thought of you.

“I love you.“ You whispered, covering Jaehyun’s mouth with yours. Your lips carefully moved over his bottom one, running your tongue over it, to feel the plumpness. “I love you so-so much, sometimes it even makes me sick that I can love a man like that.“ you bit onto your lip, watching Jaehyun biting onto his lip harshly to stop his smile.

“It’s the least I could do.“ Jaehyun ran his fingers over your cheek.

“The least is giving me a kiss and going to bed. You’re doing the most, like you always are.“ Jaehyun pecked your mouth once, and then once more and suddenly you were kissing each other hungrily, every other thought leaving your brain as Jaehyun’s tongue swiped against your lips rhythmically.

“Wait, let me see the time.“ Jaehyun pulled you back to see the clock on your oven. “We should open the cake, it’s almost 2. We can’t miss this one too.“

“My wish already came true.“ You murmured, tapping the tip of his nose with your finger, his eyes making a circle with mischief on his face. He really had a joke in his head cooking up.

“Well, mine didn’t yet.“ cocky eyebrow challenging you for an answer.

“Oh, it didn’t-“ you teased “We must have different dreams I fear, then.“

“Mine’s not that far from realising so we’ll see.“ Jaehyun teased and worked his fingers over the bottle of champagne. “Do you think Sohee could somehow taste champagne if you’ll have any?“

“I don’t think a sip or two does anything.“ You chuckled unsure, it must really be nothing. Your fingers fidgeted with the cake box, finally retrieving it from the packaging. You could see only now how the top of it was decorated with fireworks and champagne glasses, saying happy new year. “Where do you want the candles?“ You looked at Jaehyun, that walked back to you with two champagne glasses.

“Ugh, let me see.“ he not so carefully plopped glasses over the rock counter, making your heart jump a little at the sound the glass made, watching him close the distance between your bodies. He purposefully flushed his whole body against you, wrapping arms around your shoulders. “Huh, let me see.“he repeated himself in a funny manner. Jaehyun grabbed your fingers, guiding your hand with one candle to a spot in the centre. He pressed the candle into the cake and pressed his teeth into your neck at the same time. The only reason you didn’t jump away was his other hand, that snaked over your waist and gripped the counter. You exclaimed more surprised than in pain, it wasn’t a nasty painful bite, he just bit down lightly and swiped his tongue afterwards. You processed what he did for a second, chuckling right after.

“What is it?“ You craned your neck to see his face.

“What is it?“ He repeated, trying to give you an innocent look.

“Why are you being weird?“ You squinted your eyes, maybe he was just a little tipsy?

“I just wanted to bite you.“ He shrugged and stole all left candles from your hand to put them into the cake, trying to give you the purest look.

“Ah-.“ you squeezed your eyes even harder. “It’s not only the bite, you’re a little suspicious this whole week.“

“Suspicious in what way?“ Jaehyun gave you a look and busied himself with candles.

“Like something good happened and I don’t know about it yet way.“ You really tried to turn around and see him, but his pelvis pressed you against the counter even harder. You had to continue craning your neck to see him.

“No, I don’t think anything like that happened.“ He made that face again and your heart was about to explode.

“Ah, just stop.“ you shook your head and looked away. It’s safer to look at the wall in front of you.

“Stop what?“ His nose nudged against your neck.

“Doing this face, I’m serious. I feel like I’m going to explode.“ you tried to dodge his touch, knowing clearly it’s not possible - you were practically squished against him.

“Just look that way, at the cake or at the clock. Let me get my phone out for the accurate countdown.“ Jaehyun suddenly busied himself, looking all over his pockets for his phone.

“I don’t care, if it’s not that accurate.“ You shrugged. It only mattered that he was right here with you.

“No, it’s important.“ He protested and seemed to finally find his phone.

“Well, okay.“ You chuckled, Jaehyun popping his phone in front of you two. He forced you to look straight onto the phone, the timing felt like he counted everything down to seconds, with the way the number of minutes turned to 59 and he not so coincidentally found a lighter in his pocket and lit up the candles. He was making you feel nervous with the way he took everything so seriously and you tapped your fingers over the counter, watching Jaehyun’s hand over the cake. He left the lighter next to the glass and propped his palms above yours, lacing them through.

“Make a wish, gorgeous.“ He whispered into your ear, as the clock was on its final countdown and as you squeezed your eyes, still trying to peek on the watch, coming up with a wish, Jaehyun wrapped you with his body more, leaning in so your heads are on the same level. “3-2-1.“ He counted into your ear and before one even left his mouth properly, you two reached to the cake and blew out candles in unison, Jaehyun’s mouth trying to cover yours even before the candles were blown out.

“Wait, the candle.“ a particularly stubborn one didn’t want to be blown out, and even though Jaehyun very forcefully turned you around and licked his mouth into yours, you weren’t about to risk setting your whole place on fire. “Jaehyun.“ You gasped and he really tried to get his tongue in your mouth, before you nudged on his shoulder and he pulled back and blew out the candle with a lot of force, turning back to you in an instance. His palm wrapped your jaw, turning your head slightly for his mouth and that pleasures ecstasy spilled over your body. Jaehyun hovered more over you, his tongue taking charge of everything that was happening. You laced your fingers over his shoulder from under his arms and tried to push his body backwards, so he’d get the hint and get you two to the couch. Jaehyun did not give in to your wishes, pressing his chest more against yours instead. You could feel his arms move around, looking for your fingers and to unwrap himself from you, as he did so, he also lowered his lips, making one messy wet trail from your mouth down your chin and neck. Your arms wrapped his head as Jaehyun sucked onto your neck and you were ready to moan his name. He forced your arms off his body once again, allowing himself to go even lower, until his knees hit the floor and you shivered, just at the thought of him lifting your dress up and peppering kisses over your thighs. Your eyes closed in anticipation of the feeling, Jaehyun ran his hand on the back of your thigh and you almost lost balance.

“Baby?“ He called out for you and you opened your eyes with a grin to see him, only to actually lose balance and swap grin to shocked shaking. Jaehyun tightened his grip over your thigh, when he felt you fall back, your arms gripping onto the kitchen aisle behind you for dear life.

“Wha-what are you doing?“ you asked with a very distinctive tremble in your voice. It was pretty clear, the action, what he was doing was obvious, you still had to check with him though.

“Asking you to be my wife?“ Jaehyun reached out more the hand that had a jewellery box in it with the ring inside. Your mouth opened at the size of the rock on it, your mouth opened at the fact Jaehyun was down on one knee on your fake New Years countdown. You were shaking now for good, tears trying to block your view. “Baby, will you marry me?“ He asked properly, blocking any sounds from your throat. You were one step away from chocking on your tears.

“Oh my god.“ You still gripped onto the kitchen counter with one hand, the other hand trying hard to hide your shock behind it. There wasn’t a minute in your day, when you thought huh, I expect Jaehyun to propose to me this month. He hasn’t even asked you what you think of it since you got back together, he never mentioned a wedding, neither did you and it made you cry so much harder. He stuck to what you two always discussed, not being a big awkward proposal, just you and him, soaking in the privacy of each other and taking a next step with no big announcements, you and him, like it always was and always will be.

“You’re insane.“ You gasped once again.

“So you don’t want to marry me?“ Jaehyun asked smiling, underlining the don’t with the tone of his voice. “Because I’m a little crazy? Over you, may I add.“

“I do. No, I will marry you, happily.“ You chirped, finally, colliding with Jaehyun, as he tried to get up, and you tried to get down on his level, resulting in your arms wrapped over his neck, him lifting both of you up to stand up. “My brains are all scrambled after the filthiest make out session we could ever have. I thought you wanted to eat me out, not propose-“ You gave him the tightest hug, your heart beating in your ears, as you were processing, finally, what just happened.

“I’m sorry I didn’t meet your expectations.“ He chuckled, sliding his arm up and down your back. “Since you said yes, will you let me get the ring on your finger? And let me kiss my fiancé? I can move those kisses south, if that’s what you actually wanted.“ you unwrapped your body from his, reaching your arm out, to get it in Jaehyun’s hold, the very next moment feeling the coldness of the ring over your ring finger and finally taking a look at the ring. Jaehyun held your face, giving you the most pristine kiss he could, like he didn’t try to eat your face off a moment ago. “I love you.“ He kissed the corner of your mouth.

“I was so lonely and heartbroken around this time last year, if you would’ve not let me have another chance in this, I would’ve never been happy. Ever. I just know I wouldn’t be able to have a life without you.“

“Oh, Jaehyun.“ You whispered caressing his cheek with the back of your palm. “When we were apart, I was never happy without you. Never. Not a single day.“

“If you ever decide again that we shouldn’t be together-“ you cut him off.

“I already did all the worst things for your career - gave you a baby, made you marry me and moved you in with me. There’s not a thing I could protect you from anymore.“

You were sitting between Jaehyun’s thighs on the couch, your eyes focused on the ring he gave you, his - on the bare shoulder that the dress revealed to him, and he was trying to fit about a hundred kisses on it, while also having a very mild, very lazy but oh so pleasures wedding conversation with you.

“When I thought of you and proposal, I thought you’d be a sickeningly romantic type of guy, not I’ll get my girlfriend moaning and then propose type of guy?“ You teased in a whisper.

“I just wanted to give you a new year’s kiss and then I realised I’m losing my mind and if I don’t pause immediately I’m going to lose the moment completely. I really didn’t want to ask you to marry me with my head between your legs.“ his tongue traveled from behind your ear to your jaw.

“Good choices only from my perfect future husband.“ You cooed and rested your head against his chest.

“Mmh.“ Jaehyun sighed into your shoulder blade, you could only imagine how tired he was, from all the dancing and singing, you wouldn’t mind him falling asleep like that and making you his blanket. “So… should I ask you?“

“What is it?“ You whispered back at him, stroking his forearms with adoration.

“Now, you are happy, right?“ He shifted under you and you knew the very reason he used this exact wording. “I must be right.“ He added in, as you tried to crook your neck enough to see him.

“I am, I’m the happiest when I’m with you.“

“That’s really all that matters to me in this life.“ Jaehyun moved his mouth closer to your ear and pecked it right after.

“Shh, it’s not and it shouldn’t be.“

“I could agree, but I would blatantly lie to my future wife’s face and I wouldn’t want to do that.“ His lips landed behind your ear once again.

“Taeyong said you’ve been acting funny lately, I can very clearly see what he meant by that.“ You tried to move your head a little away from him.

“Yeah, and what he meant by that?“ Jaehyun teased, continuing to kiss your nape.

“Like you’re plotting something and not telling anything about it…“ you walked around it carefully.

“Well, I did, plot something.“ Jaehyun brushed his fingers over the rock on your ring.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not what he meant. He knows you very well, and I kinda know you too.“

“Yeah, kinda.“ His throaty chuckle tickled your ear.

“Will you tell me?“ Jaehyun sighed.

“I was thinking,“ you gave him a nod, because he paused and made you nervous. “I’ve asked company, if I could publicly announce that I’m dati-.“ You twitched in his arms as soon as your brain worked out the ending to that sentence.

“No,no,no. Don’t even finish that sentence. If you’ll say it out loud I’ll actually believe you’re considering this nonsense.“ Your voice even trembled, you were mortified at the prospect.

“I asked company if I could announce that I’m dating a non-celebrity.“ Jaehyun repeated himself anyway.

“Tell me you decided to celebrate all holidays in one day and we’re on April Fool’s now?“

“I know it’s shocking, but I don’t want you to feel like you don’t matter. You’re, in fact, all that matters to me.“ Jaehyun straightened his back under you, making you as well sit more properly.

“Jaehyun, please. Why would I even feel that? I don’t feel like I don’t matter, I only say that I don’t stand a chance against your career. It’s different!“ You raised your voice a little at the end of your sentence.

“I just feel like now, that we have Sohee, I need to do more to reassure you.“ Jaehyun still talked back to you with composure.

“You’re making me dizzy.“ You tried to pull away from him, so you’d see his face and give him space and fresh air to reconsider his words. He probably was either horny or enchanted by the little human you made, he never has a chance to think straight when he’s at home. Anyone would get a little out of their mind with everything that’s going on. “I begged you to not be stupid, you swore you won’t be. It’s the only thing I ask of you, always. I don’t need reckless bravery from you, she doesn’t need it either. Crushing everything you worked for just like that is insane, Jaehyun. I wouldn’t want that for you. People are insane, they won’t understand.“ Jaehyun gripped onto you like you were his anchor, not letting you move.

“It’s not that. It’s just that-, It’s the rumours in media, that I’m dating this girl, just because we crossed eyes at some show and it’s getting big and company says I should just not read it, if I don’t feel comfortable about it. It’s giving me publicity and them money, they won’t deny and it’s making me insane. I don’t even know her.“ His arms let go of you, finally, when he sighed exasperated. You could tell by the sound of his voice this stupid thing was eating him alive. You couldn’t care less for things like that. Not when he was like a lovesick puppy whenever you looked at him, you wouldn’t even think of being jealous, if he even worried about that.

“I don’t care, who the fuck would care for something like that? I don’t read celebrity gossip.“ You turned around in his lap, finally seeing his hurt state, your fingers grabbing onto his cheek to hold his face straight forward.

“I know you don’t, but I don’t want Sohee 10 years later to open up a page about her dad being a fucking womaniser and thinking how he didn’t even have the balls to tell the world she existed.“ He looked you in the eyes and then again lowered them onto his lap, despite you holding on to his face.

“You paired with a new girl every month, or week, or hour, is not making you a womaniser, baby, if you’ve been dating just me, it’s nothing but words. Our daughter would never think like that of you. And she would never ask you to recognise her publicly, neither would I. If that’s what we have to live with, then we’ll have the happiest life like that.“ Your fingers caressed Jaehyun’s cheek. “You’re overthinking too much, you’re making me sick worried for you. We need to talk, if you’re still not able to adjust to this all, it’s normal. There is so much on your plate, while I get to stay at home and just take care of her.“ You leaned in, leaving a barely there touch of your lips on the corner of his.

Emotional spectrum of the night was making your head hurt, so much in just one night even for your brain. Somehow from horny to happy and excited you were falling into depressive and dark, Jaehyun really needed a break.

“It’s not just taking care. You’re living through exactly the reason you didn’t want to take next steps with me. I’m just so scared you’ll slip through my fingers and this time I won’t be able to safe us. I love you so much, I can’t lose you ever again.“ Jaehyun covered your fingers on his cheek.

“Jaehyun, love, you worry too much. We already have our baby, you asked me to marry you almost a moment ago. If I wasn’t ready to do that with you, I would’ve left your room on Doyoung’s birthday and never called you back. We’re here today, in this apartment that’s our home now, because that’s what both of us wanted, with all those but’s and no’s.“ You whispered against his mouth, Jaehyun’s arms moving to wrap your sides.

“I love you.“

"I do too, and I promise you, none of my concerns have to do anything with being a secret girlfriend." you gave Jaehyun a smile. You snuggled against his chest, closing your eyes, to enjoy properly cuddling against your fiance.

"You have concerns and don't tell me?" Jaehyun's hand on your cheek made your head crane to see him better. "Again?"

"Yes, and won't tell you because you worry too much about me." You gave him a nod and hid in his chest once again.

"For a reason. We already went once the wrong way because of that." he patted your bum.

"Maybe, we did, but still, I won't tell you. It won’t ever go the same path again." You reassured him once again. You would never try to leave him ever again, the hurt and the struggle, it just wasn’t something you knew how to live with. You were so glued to each other, you really didn’t know how to be separate once again anymore.

"Now you just have to let me know, I fear." Jaehyun suddenly chuckled, and you raised your head - he smiled and you felt relieved, just a little.

"Yeah, right after I told you I won't, you’re one funny man." You smirked back and bit onto your lip, anticipating an answer.

"I have a feeling you won't laugh too much if I set my mind on getting it out of you." You saw the tongue in his mouth make a circle.

“I would like to see that, I’m so curious you wouldn’t believe.“ His tongue ran over his teeth, with a little roll of his eyes. You really hoped the tongue movement meant he would get the answer out of you with it.

“I’m not really sure, though, you’ll be able to keep your eyes open to see. Saying this from experience, usually your eyes are closed pretty tightly, your mouth making these loud ass gasps and pretty moans.“ Oh- OH, he did mean what you wanted him to mean with that.

“Well, feels like we should just go to bed quickly, so we could check your theory and go to sleep right after, to gracefully announce our engagement to our families in the morning?" You teased, Jaehyun groping on the skin of your butt, while you drew little circles over his chest with your pointing finger.

"Everyone knows." Jaehyun chuckled, and you straightened your back.

"Is that why my mom said-" is this why this weird sentence even happened, that she wants to see you in a wedding dress this year?

"And moreover everyone’s invited to early lunch at our place tomorrow. Or I better say, today?“ Jaehyun gave you a very innocent look.

"What?! You invited a bunch of people and only said it now?“ You were ready to jump off his lap to go make the house presentable, if only Jaehyun’s fingers didn’t grip onto your wrists and held you down “We don’t have any food, the house is a mess-." you got interrupted.

"Gorgeous, I have it all figured out. Just be your pretty self, wave and smile and make sure everyone sees your four carat diamond ring?" Jaehyun sounded and looked at you like he was a filthy rich old man and you couldn’t get enough of him, when he was bragging about his wealth like that. He was in fact filthy rich, but also young, hot, smart, funny, undeniably sexy and all yours.

"Agh-, I feel like I’m in a fever dream whenever you act like that. At least tell me who’s invited." You involuntarily rubbed against his crotch.

"Just our families." Jaehyun caressed your neck with his thumb. "Actually, I invited Taeyong, but he’s convinced you’d hate to see him at our improvised engagement party."

"Why would he even think that?" You chuckled and stopped your hips from moving. Rubbing against Jaehyun, while talking about your best friend kind of made you ill.

"I have no clue, we agreed he’ll show up, if you’ll confirm your wish to see him."

"That’s funny of him." You chuckled and thought of getting up to your phone, if only your undying wish to be forever glued to Jaehyun disappeared.

"Should I take you to bed?" Jaehyun ran his pointing finger over your chin and cheek.

"Mmh, I’ll gladly get on top of you in there too." You replied in a whisper and licked through his lower lip.

"I won’t spare a second then." Jaehyun grabbed onto your ass cheeks the very next moment, making every cell in your body fight the scream that almost exceeded you, wrapping his hands over your waist as he stood up to hold on to you tightly. You wouldn’t fall even if he let go, your arms and legs properly wrapping him. Jaehyun crossed the living room in what felt like five wide steps even though you were sure your apartment was much bigger last time you checked. Your body fell into the softness of the mattress on your bed and Jaehyun let go of you just for a moment, to get rid of the belt on his dress pants and pull himself out of the shirt that you were pretty sure he had to return maybe by tomorrow. He then pressed you down with his bare chest more into the mattress, the promise of you on top already forgotten by both of you. Your fingers found their spot over Jaehyun’s jaw and cheeks, wrapping around them and forcing his face in front of yours.

You just wanted to take a good look at the man that made you this happy, at the man that loved you despite your sometimes idiotic ways of handling situations, despite you trying to run away, hurt him, make him hate you. Jaehyun gave you a heartwarming smile, leaning in and rubbing his nose against yours in a warm motion of I love you. You smiled back at him, running your thumb over his lower lip.

"I love you so much, my future husband." Jaehyun smiled wider, his mouth covering yours in a lick, that changed into a proper kiss, his mouth sucking in your lower lip, until your mouth opened in a moan to let his tongue in and right after you got in a clashing of tongues because neither of you ever wishes to give up the leadership of the other. And almost every time this happened, Jaehyun would buckle his hips against you as a distraction and also as a warning - I will tease you until you regret it.

He did just that now too, and you tried to fight back, letting go of his mouth to leave sloppy kisses down his chin and neck, Jaehyun knowing exactly your thoughts and crawling a hand under the hem of the skirt on your dress. He easily moved it up your waist and his fingers freely kneaded the bare skin of your ass, especially harshly, when your mouth sucked in the skin of his collarbone giving you a warning. Hickeys were no go zone for you at all costs, you weren’t about to give him one - you teased and got exactly what you were asking for - Jaehyun peeling your mouth off his skin and getting his own mouth on yours - overpowering you in a battle and taking the lead.

When it came to Jaehyun, you were horny to a tremble with a snap of his fingers, if he also had time to tease - you’d be not only trembling, but also covered in pleasures goosebumps. You didn’t need much foreplay, you didn’t have the privilege of having time for much prelude either. When you think of it, it was almost always that way. First you had to be careful, quiet and quick to not get busted at his dorm, the only safe space being your apartment, you had to be all that between his schedules and your working hours, and you had to be even more than that when you became parents and kissing and teasing to your hearts desires resulted in having no actual sex, when Sohee would wake up with absolutely no warning.

As if, babies could be giving warnings, when they planned to cry.

Now, too, you couldn’t know for sure - if she would still be peacefully sleeping, or wake up suddenly. Jaehyun bent your leg and let go of your mouth, lowering his face next to your thighs. He worked his mouth over the soft skin there, making you shiver the closer he got his wet lips to your very much burning heat. You whispered his name, really wishing to warn him, how you don’t have time and failing miserably because of his mouth on your left thigh and before you could process the action, he pecked you through the underwear, hooking his fingers to pull your panties to the side and swipe his tongue over your centre and then slightly pull away and just breathe. Your eyes focused on him, because you could sense he was waiting for any reaction from you. You breathed heavily, Jaehyun leaning in once again, to swipe his tongue in the other direction. Your palm trying to stop him, like you really tried to catch him by his forehead and push him away, but somehow missed and grabbed onto his hair and your hand forced his mouth more against you.

"We really can’t risk our time-" your hips jerked up with Jaehyun’s tongue swirling over you in multiple motions. "Sohee can wake up around this time-. Ah-" you breathed heavily, as Jaehyun worked his tongue over you properly now. "Baby, I’m serious." You finally pushed his head off you, you really wanted him inside of you, you knew for sure he did too, he’s going to have a very busy season soon, travel a lot, you just wanted any and every chance of burying himself inside of you to be used.

"Yes?" Jaehyun asked you lazily, like he couldn’t understand your worries, his eyes glued to the mess he made out of you.

"Can you fuck me already?" you raised a brow at him teasingly, Jaehyun smirking back at you.

"Whatever makes my future wife happy." You smiled and watched Jaehyun dispose your underwear. You had a feeling this will be his new favourite phrase. "Come here, let me get you naked." He whispered in a soft tone, his fingers reaching out for your hands so you’d sit up and he’d be able to get the dress off you as well. He did it quickly, letting the dress fall onto the floor. Jaehyun ran his eyes over your chest, focusing on your breasts with concern. "I think it’s healing." His fingers ran the ghost of your nipples.

"You’re just trying to make me feel better. I think she continues to latch on wrongly at times, it just hurts less."

"Gorgeous, I’m so sorry." Jaehyun leaned in, placing careful kisses around the areola of each of your breast. "It’ll be my pleasure to have you as my pillow princess." Jaehyun pushed your shoulders softly back down, his eyes still very much glued to the evidence of one of your every day struggles.

"Stop staring, breastfeeding makes my chest ugly."

"I hope you know how badly I wanna fight you about that, you’re lucky I can’t lose my time." Jaehyun pointed out, his fingers undoing his dress pants, that had the same faith to be dropped to the pile of clothes on the floor.

"There are a lot of things you’d gladly fight with me about." You watched Jaehyun crawl over you and setting your legs wider apart. "Are you sure you want to get married?" You teased, running both your hands from his collarbones down to his thighs.

"It’s my pleasure fighting with you over how perfect you are. My little miss perfect." Jaehyun cooed over you, lining himself up with you. "My almost mrs little miss perfect." He snorted a remark, diving in deep inside of you, taking all your breath away, because you thought he at least would say something as a warning. He made multiple moves, finding a pace that would not make the both of you bust too quickly. Jaehyun rolled his hips against you, burying himself deep, his thighs making that filthy sound of skin slapping against skin. Your fingers found his neck, pulling Jaehyun in, forcing him to open his mouth so you could play with his tongue. He let you, gasping as your mouth sucked on it. You shifted your legs, grasping on his waist and moving yourself towards Jaehyun as he moved towards you. Jaehyun grunted at the change of the angle, his little grunts filling the room as they accompanied every push of his hips.

His hands were all over the place, you could clearly tell his wish of teasing your chest, how he couldn’t find the right place to put them as they always ended up halfway to your boobs. You slid your fingers onto his pelvis, stopping his action mid way, you had a good idea how to eliminate the temptation.

"What you want to do?" He smirked, pulling out of you obediently. You ignored his question, raising on your knees to slide your lips against Jaehyun’s.

"Let me turn around." You watched your fiancé pull a little away, watching you gather duvet under your pelvis and lying on your stomach with your butt sticking out.

"I give you a ring and you chose to turn away as I fuck you, very ungrateful of you." Jaehyun teased and slipped back in, his playfulness changing in two quick motions back to grunting. You grabbed onto his fingers, that were keeping him above you, next to your head, trying to lace them through with yours but also not make him lose balance. "Do you like that? I bet you love it like that." Jaehyun lowered himself on his elbows, getting closer to your head.

You shifted, sticking your ass more up and letting Jaehyun hit the new spot and forcing a very pleasures moan out of you, him at first making the tiniest moan escape his mouth, stopping himself right after he heard you though, you were pretty sure to hear you better.

"Don’t stop making those little noises, it’s so fucking hot to hear your little cries for me, baby." You pressed your face into the duvet, it felt so good and Jaehyun moved around more, moving his palms onto your sides, forcing your back bend more for him and hitting it even deeper than before.

"Fuck-" you panted, your face against the fabric didn’t help you to get enough air in your lungs. Jaehyun also moved his arms around, pressing into your shoulder with his palm. Lack of oxygen definitely did something to your brain, you moaned into the pillow louder, your hips trying to catch Jaehyun mid action.

"I’m not lasting much longer." Jaehyun lowered his lips on your back, leaving kisses all over it. Your arm reached out for him, trying to hook over his neck to wrestle him onto the mattress. Like the man of your dreams that he was, Jaehyun was always able to read your thoughts. He moved from under your arm and plopped with his back onto the mattress. Your thighs straddled his before he could reach his hands out to you, and you lined him up with yourself, lowering with Jaehyun’s help onto him.

"Agh-" you cried out, lifting your thighs back up and sitting back down. Jaehyun held onto your waist, helping you with every move. You opened your eyes - you wanted to see how Jaehyun was feeling. You were caught up with his stare - Jaehyun looked at you with so much adoration and admiration, his lips adorned with the tinies smile that still made his dimples visible accompanied with little grunts that escaped him eventually. You moved your palm from his chest onto his face, trying to block his view. "Stop staring." You cooed, feeling Jaehyun’s lips kissing your palm that covered them.

"No, I want to see how long you’ll last with your riding." He smirked and let go of your waist, making it obviously harder for you to make those very rhythmical and deep motions. “Also just trying to see your eyes wide open." You moved your arm away, Jaehyun sitting up more and resting his back against the headboard, pulling you up with him like you were a paper doll. He let go of you once again, allowing you to continue what you were doing. Your hips were beginning to burn a little. Jaehyun’s mouth catching your shoulders and collarbone shifted your brain from the burning pain in your legs, not for long, though.

"I’m giving you pleasure and that’s your payback? Very ungrateful of you too. Seems like we make a perfect pair." You cried, by now he should clearly see your struggle, have mercy and take the lead from you. "What if you regret your proposal because we don’t have fun sex life?" Jaehyun tried to kiss your mouth, grabbing your neck with his hand, you moved away to see his satisfied smirk better.

"I think constant fear of being busted scrambled your brains. Now it’s not there and you think we lack excitement." Jaehyun sucked on your lower lip, you needed to push him away to return to him with a reply.

"No, I’m just constantly thinking what if Sohee wakes up now, and I haven’t heard my husband sexy moan as he cums."

"Maybe you should ask him to do things properly for you?“

"I’m afraid it’ll get to his head. He’s getting a little full of himself, when I tell him he’s the best at everything. I fear a little it’ll blow he’s head off if I also tell him he’s the greatest in fucking-." Jaehyun’s arms closed around your waist, making you sink into him with more force, your eyes rolling into your head with how good it felt. "Fuck, but he really is the greatest in this too-." You moaned and found Jaehyun’s mouth blindly, as his arms were pulling you up and down on him.

"Oh, wait." Jaehyun very suddenly stopped holding on to you, turning his head to the watch on the bedside table "What time is it?" He asked you and looked away again. "Let me see the watch." He actually had the audacity to reach for his phone and light up the screen. 2:58, you looked together with him. Why the fuck would that information matter to him now- " Da-amn, it’s almost three, looks like it’s almost New Years somewhere else. I guess I just have to fuck you into the New Year." he dropped the phone and turned you around, so you’d be finally under him.

"Agh, I really hate your brain-" you got interrupted with your own moan and Jaehyun’s mouth, as he slapped his hips agains’t yours in a pace that would finish you two off quickly.

“Sometimes I lie down and think how we almost didn’t have all of this…because of me. I’m so sorry. I was selfish and stupid.“ your fingers randomly ran over Jaehyun’s upper arm while he held you close to his heart.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, love. You have a heart so big you were ready to sacrifice your happiness for my career. It’s my pleasure being loved by someone like you.“ Jaehyun’s lips touched the top of your head.

“And the pleasure is all yours.“ You chuckled and swiftly wrapped your leg around Jaehyun’s torso, making your body straddle his hips one again. Jaehyun’s very warm palm touched your lower stomach, sliding it up to your solar plexus and between your breasts, until it reached your neck and he wrapped his fingers around it, pulling your face towards him.

“Want me to make you another baby?“ Jaehyun kissed your mouth, you could tell he was joking, if he wanted one more baby he would’ve asked you before you slid your naked body against his. “Us, a baby. I didn’t get to be with you through it all, I would pay all the money in the world if I could just turn back time and be with you two through all days and nights.“

“Shh, what if Sohee hears us?“ You blabbered the very first thing that came to your head to not get emotional once again.

“Well, I’m sure she can’t understand a thing, would be glad to have a sibling and already heard my attempts at trying to give her one hundredths of times, probably.“ Jaehyun clicked his tongue and rubbed your cheek.

“Stop, before I think you’re serious.“ You giggled, wrapping both your arms over his head. “You wouldn’t want two under two in one house with your schedule.“

“I would love to have whatever number of babies you would want to have with me, doesn’t matter if it’s two under two, or ten under five.“

“Ten?“ You almost laughed out loud.

“Well, if we have twins or triplets it is possible, in theory." He really considered that, huh? "Not like I want you to do that.“

“Well, it’s nice to hear it’s just a theory.“ You couldn’t hold back a giggle and kiss his mouth. You didn’t want him to know you’d birth as many babies as he wanted, because seeing him happy was the only thing you cared for.

“We, anyway, still have to wait for baby number two for at least another 6 months or your doctor will scold me.“ He stated matter-of-factly. How would he own that information, when you didn’t?

“Huh?“ You pulled back to hear him continue.

“No, it’s nothing.“ Jaehyun definitely realised he wasn’t meant to say that.

“What do you mean it’s nothing, why would you say that in the first place? Did you call her? Did you call my doctor?“ You squeezed your eyes and tried to choke him with your arms still wrapped over his head and your body hovering over his.

“I didn’t.“

“Jaehyun-“ you practiced your scolding voice at him.

“No, I swear I didn’t I’m not THAT nosy.“ Jaehyun rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Oka-“ you almost believed his eye roll.

“I asked her in person when I was taking you two home.“ You almost chocked on air.

“And what exactly did you ask?“

“How long we have to wait before it’s okay for you to do that“ he moved his body under yours in a thrust “again and possibly get pregnant.“

“You’re- insufferable.“ You chocked half way. It suddenly hit you that he did, in fact, want another baby ASAP.

“She was sweet about it.“

“I bet she was, you paid too much money for that hospital.“ You snorted.

“It’s not about money, it’s about you two having the best things I could possibly provide.“ You gave a peck to the corner of his lips, Jaehyun’s hand squeezing your bare thigh under the duvet.

“So what did she tell you?“

“Nothing much.“ He once again tried to play pretend.

“You’re a terrible liar Jeong Jaehyun, just say it.“

“That our baby is a big girl and I need to keep it chill for at least two months and that your body would probably heal in about 12 or 18 months depending on how fast everything goes back to normal.“

“You refused to have sex with me because of that?“ You were actually scandalised now.

“Did I? When did I?“ He scratched his head with humour, you wanted to smack him, because the first month of celibacy was obvious - your body needed it, your mind needed it, you were readjusting to new life while also healing. Second month was purely on Jaehyun and you couldn’t understand why exactly after Sohee’s 2 months celebration he dragged you to the bedroom like a caveman, when you were always there for him to take.

“You know that vaginas do not heal by magic two months sharp after pushing a baby out?“ You had to say it in the same matter-of-factly tone.

“But yours did?“ He smiled innocently.

“Way before that and I’ve told you times, baby boy.“ You teased.

“Mmm, baby boy? That’s new, I almost forgot you were an old lady.“

“I hope you know I hated this so bad.“ You sighed, plopping yourself on his chest.

“I know, gorgeous, I know.“ Jaehyun kissed the top of your head once again and like a magical spell you drifted to sleep.

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I bet no one expected these two to return, especially as a family of three, it's been a few years and I've decided an open ending doesn't mean we can't imagine what could've happened to this couple. hope you enjoyed!

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